I am exhausted.
This week has just been one of those weeks. We’ve been go-go-go every single day until about 9:00 PM, and I think it has definitely caught up with me. I am so thankful for my Fridays off. Tomorrow is an off day and I plan to seriously live it up. Don’t get too excited, these days “living it up” involves sleeping in, tidying up the house, and attempting to organize all our crap as part of my Make Room for Baby initiative. Anyway, all week long we’ve been coming home from work at night and working on clearing out the basement in anticipation of our contractor getting started on it. I am so excited that something is finally happening with it, but also of course dreading all the dust, mess, and stress that go along with any remodeling project… even those you’re not heading up yourself. When all is said and done though, we will have another bathroom, a bedroom to put our ugly treadmill in, and a cozy as heck family room that will likely be taken over within the upcoming year by huge noisy baby contraptions and primary color plastic toys.
In other exciting news, we had our ultrasound on Tuesday! It was awesome, so fun to see our little baby for the first time. Though there was a mix-up as to where the appointment was supposed to take place (Dan blames me of course, and it could very well have been my fault). We showed up at 4:00 PM, which I was told was the latest they make appointments, only to find out we’re totally in the wrong facility. After multiple calls we finally found out we were supposed to be at a different building about 3 blocks away, and that they would still see us. Thank God. I actually found myself starting to get emotional thinking about possibly having to reschedule, my eyes were all welling up when I was talking to the admin. I don’t think I realized how excited I was about the ultrasound until we almost didn’t get to do it.
Of course, with all the rushing and the stress, I had to pee like crazy and my bladder felt like it was going to explode by the time we made it to where we were supposed to be. But there was no time for bathroom nonsense, being that we were, by then, thirty five minutes late for our appointment. So I got to lay there for twenty minutes while the nice lady jabbed her little wand repeatedly right on top of my bladder. That’s alright, we got to meet our baby! He or she was in a super weird position though, so the ultrasound tech had a hard time getting a good profile picture for us. I told her the baby clearly doesn’t like profile pictures, just like his or her mama. =)
Last night Dan felt a kick for the first time! So he’s definitely had a week of being more “involved” with this whole baby-growing thing. Obviously it’s a much different experience for the dad, but I would assume that with the few milestones we’ve had this week it’s feeling much more real for him. Also, I am getting way fatter, which I’m sure he has not failed to notice.
Well here is my 20 week picture, I hate it. I was wearing the worst outfit ever that day, and I look just generally round, not cute. Whatever. (Note: this is not a desperate attempt to inspire compliments in the comments section. I am fully aware that they can’t all be good ones!)