Ok, here's some randoms from this weekend:
First of all, in ironic conjunction with yesterday's post, I think my poor husband has reached his limit with sick-needy-me. I mean, the poor guy has been making me food, bringing me glasses of water, and putting up with my new "pregnant attitude." He has started to give me "looks" as in, "Ok, when does this end?" And I am torn between "Hey I'm not THAT bad!" and thinking, "Damn I think I owe that poor boy some sex."
On a positive note, I managed to finally get some stuff done this weekend. I took a great nap (yes, this is important), hung out with some friends, reorganized my dresser drawers, ordered some clothes to get me through this weird stage of pregnancy-body, organized my jewelry and cleaned all of my silver jewelry (sounds so Downton Abbey) AND now I'm writing a second blog post in one weekend. Things must be getting better.
Still sick. Threw up in an alley (me and that homeless guy...), had a really unfortunate run-in with some Velveeta Mac & Cheese (that stuff is disgusting going in or going out), and am feeling pretty gross while I write this. Ready to say goodbye to all of this.
Oh, and a milestone! I went and got my first brazilian wax since getting pregnant. I go to an amazing waxing salon and love my esthetician. She told me I need to come in every 5 weeks now (I'm usually more of an every 2-3 months kinda girl) because everything grows more quickly during pregnancy. I had heard it was more painful during pregnancy. But let me tell you girls, I am a WIMP about waxing and it did hurt more (think waxing pre-period) than usual, but it was tolerable. My waxing lady did a good job of quickly putting pressure or rubbing in oil to ease the pain. After a particularly bad pull, she said, "Sorry guys....ha...I can say that now because there are two of you!" She told me that a lot of her clients are pregnant and that plenty of women come in on their due date to "prep" for the delivery room. Part of me thinks that is crazy, but part of me kinda gets it. Just to be totally honest here.
Oh, and a cute story. When we went to my friends' house this weekend for "Game Night," we told them we were pregnant and their little six-year-old daughter who was sitting there with feathers in her hair eating dinner, suddenly stood up on her chair and said, "YOU HAVE A BABY???" And I was all flustered and said, "Well no, not yet..." And she says, "Yes you do...you're PREGNANT!!" Love it.So that's it. Some random updates. I'll leave you with another picture of the happily recovering chemo patient.