I wrote this post right before Andrew messed up his back. Oh my goodness, this is so much more true now, so I thought I'd post it and then I'll give an update. Enjoy my ramblings:
I have been SO emotional during this pregnancy. It feels so foreign to me not to be able to hold my tears in until I get to a private place and to feel like crying over the silliest things. So if you're around me and I'm crying, just ignore me. Please. Touching or talking can only make it worse!
Could it be a boy that is making his mama all emotional? We are going to find out next Wednesday.
I decided to find out the gender. I don't think I can wait!
Ok, I'm back. It's so true. I am so much more emotional this time around. I was even crying at High School Musical 3, which we watched yesterday afternoon. I mean . . . give me a break! Since last Wednesday, I have also been feeling so sad for my husband and his pain. Add to that the fact that Andrew really doesn't enjoy being taken care of. Seriously, he likes to do for himself.
Andrew is still pretty bad and was unable to go to work today. I hope he gets enough to eat without me around today! I managed to, sort of, hold things together throughout the weekend. I still have laundry today (although I got the sheets changed), need to mow the front yard, have a stack of dishes that can't go much higher, and my bathrooms need serious attention! I hate when my house is like this.
I'm working on logistics for Wednesday. I have to leave work around lunch. What do I do with my daughter? Take her? Leave her in daycare? Find someone else to watch her? What do I do with my husband? Take him? Leave him? He can stay by himself, I think. Can he go? Does he need to work? Can he work by then?
I feel frazzled and overwhelmed. I'm being helped out a bit today by the soothing sounds of John Rutter (Te Deum - for those of you who know). I feel so much better than I did 30 minutes ago.