I just wanted to tell you some things, really quickly.
Last week was AWESOME. Well, I mean, parts of it weren’t, but I’m starting to just roll with things and realize that sometimes life hands you lemons and sometimes life rams lemons down your throat, and either way, boy don’t you smell fresh and summery?
Last Thursday, my mom and dad kept Tony. Until Saturday. UNTIL SATURDAY. I had already scheduled to take Friday off (for schoolwork)(I look fondly on the days when I would burn vacation days for, say, VACATION), so I had days – multiple, plural – where I had no children to look after. Y’all, it was AMAZING. I had no idea how wound up I had been until I finally – FINALLY, around Friday night – began to unwind.
Last week brought an incredibly gorgeous weather spell to our valley, where we could walk in short-sleeved shirts at night and not feel a bit chilly. Bryan and I treated ourselves to a gourmet meal at The Melting Pot on Friday night and then we saw Skyfall. Guys, I can’t even remember the last time we saw a movie on opening night. It was crazy. We felt hip. We felt cool. We also felt really, really tired.
(And I? Honestly? Missed having a drink. This is going to be a loooooong # of months.)
(I could not tell you how many months I’ve still got to be pregnant. I seriously cannot compute it. I will say something ludicrous like Ten months to go! and Bryan will get upset that I’m not taking this seriously and HEY, I’M GROWING A HUMAN OVER HERE.)
But Saturday morning, we got up around NINE AY-EM and then we went and had a leisurely breakfast. I ATE FOOD WHILE IT WAS STILL HOT. Oh, I so needed all of this. Because man. Turns out I was a little stressed.
So then, Saturday. Saturday was the day that we realized we are really going to have to move. So we started house hunting.
Dude, I don’t care what any news outlet says: home prices are doing JUST FINE here. Of course, we’re also having to shop for 4+ bedrooms. OH GOD I JUST STARTED HYPERVENTILATING.
Sunday, we did something crazy. We spent an OBSCENE amount of money on a new bed.
We had agreed to get ourselves a new mattress when we had the money, since the mattress we’re sleeping on currently is abooooout 10 years old. Every other bed in the house has a mattress that’s less than a year old, and we’re all decrepit and suffering. We decided to see what the fuss was about SleepNumber beds.
Unfortunately, the only store in our area is in the Scary Mall. So we braved it.
I lay down on their bed for my fat-ass analysis – which is not their scientific name or anything – and SURPRISE! All of my stress and weight is in my hips. “Are your hips bothering you?” asked the gentleman. A LIGHT BULB WENT OFF.
OH MY GOODNESS. IT’S NOT PREGNANCY THAT’S HURTING ME. IT’S MY BED.
And I literally cried when he found my SleepNumber, because everything felt better.
Needless to say – we bought one. We’ve been dreaming about it ever since. (We’re expecting it to be delivered around Thanksgiving.)
So many, many thanks to my mom and dad, who gave me a break when I really, really needed one.
Also, thanks to Aunt Gee, who has been religiously getting Tony once or twice a week, which gives me time to catch up on work or school or what have you.
Thanks to my husband, who has been UNBELIEVABLY PATIENT with me while dealing with his own stuff.
I? Am a lucky, lucky lady.