Ok, it is time to stop the madness. I can’t take it anymore.
For the past 4 days, D and I have been on scheduled 1 to 4-hour incremental visits to family and friends. The first day was fun, second day was interesting, third day was tiring, and the last day was just ridiculous. And of course, Christmas wouldn’t be complete without an utterly inappropriate exchange with an utterly inappropriate individual. But let’s save that for a rainy day…
I’m tired, peeps. Here I thought I would be able to keep you updated over the Christmas holiday, but it just isn’t working out that way. I need a nap. And you know why? Because I’m pregnant! Yes, you heard right…a little whoorl is on the way! I’m in my 9th week, and I feel good. Well, besides the gas, bloating, fatigue, heartburn, overactive bladder and the excessive need to wash my hands every five seconds to keep all of the grody sick people germs* off me, I feel good.
And I want to tell you all about it, but I must get ready for lunch with my grandparents.
I hope everyone had a fabulous holiday weekend!