I’m back from a much-needed vacation. It was entirely too short. Also, I got sick at the end which totally sucked. I wanted to spend one more day working on my tan, but instead I spent it on the couch. LAME.
At least my mother was there to take care of me. When I got home, I was on my own. Husband gets weird when I’m sick. It makes him nervous. Luckily, when I don’t feel well, I tend to just go in a hole and don’t come out until I’m better. I don’t expect him to make me tea or toast or anything (like my mother would do).
I made it to 22 weeks! Only 18 more to go. I am so thankful that we got to get away as a family before the baby arrives. I got to soak up a lot of quality time with my firstborn.
Sidenote: I got my hair colored last Thursday and it’s way blonde. Does it look gray to you?! I might need to go back to have something done about that.
By Easter, Husband was badly burned.
I’m a lucky lady. Look at that hunk of man meat! I don’t need him to make me toast. Just looking at this picture I took of him on the pier makes me feel much better.
While we were away, we let my parents babysit while we went shopping and to dinner. I actually had a few hours where I:
1. forgot that I was pregnant.
2. didn’t have to tell a little person “it’s not your turn to talk” or “please don’t interrupt.”
People, having a conversation when there is a 2-year-old in the room is almost impossible. It was SO nice to have a break with my husband. We’re already planning to take a child-free vacation next summer. It’s a year away and I CANNOT WAIT.
It takes a lot of effort to maintain normalcy when children are involved. I try to just embrace the madness … but sometimes it’s good to have a break. Even if it’s just dinner at Bahama Bob’s.
Now I’m going back to bed …