When I woke up this morning, after luxuriously sleeping late courtesy of my darling husband, all the boys were playing “restaurant”, with dad fixing the play wooden food and the boys running around the table pretending to eat the food. It was wonderfully sweet to lay in bed listening to my children laugh and play with their father.
We played hookie from Church today. Not to make excuses, but DFM has been working late hours and Saturday’s- the boys saw him all of about 3 hours this week, and we needed a day at home with just us and not pressure to do anything. So we took it- and I refuse to feel bad!
This week I see my doctor again, (not the mean, horrible RNP) and I am going to get over this nausea thing. Even hearing myself whine about it is getting old- time to do something. The baby has been kicking the daylights out of me, and I love to watch my stomach bump and bounce as she does her somersaults each evening. Twelve weeks to go…
Uncle Freddy in coming for a visit tomorrow, and we are celebrating his birthday for Family Night. His birthday isn’t really until Friday, but he won’t be here then, so tomorrow it is. Jeffrey is thrilled to make cupcakes- gee, I wonder why? How many 41 year-olds get cupcakes for their birthday? It ought to be fun- plus, he requested pot-roast and pearl onions for dinner. Is there any easier dinner to make than pot roast? Crock pot city, I won’t even have to do anything. I’m not sure about the pearl onions, since I have never made those before, but how hard can it be?
I’m going to take the Wiz’s advice on maternity clothes and get myself something new- my mom has been trying to burn my maternity dresses since I had Jeffrey. Maybe, just this once, my mom is right!