So, today was a day that I felt like a hormonal, blubbering, crazy pregnant lady! I feel like we're at the point at school where everybody is starting to feel their heads explode. It's taking a ridiculous amount of energy just to keep my head above water, and I know that I'm not the only one. Honestly, it's not THAT bad- but the smallest things were pushing me over the edge today! Don't judge me--just saying it like it is! I don't want to look back and think I was just some superwoman who can handle everything and LOVE everything about pregnancy. :)
After school today, I sped across town to my volunteer work until 5. Since Mike is out of town, I had to hurry home to feed the dogs--and OF COURSE they were out of food. I made the HUGE mistake of trying to run into Wal Mart to pick up some food before going to get Grace. It's much easier to 'run' into somewhere without a 2 year old. Well, I ended up waiting in a checkout line for literally 15 minutes. I'm extremely ashamed to say that as I was waiting in line, I was getting so angry that I just started crying. That's right- I was the crazy/ crying/ pregnant lady just trying to buy 50 pounds of dog food. As I was walking out of the store, some poor soul attempted to get me to sign some petition--and I think I saw red. Never seen those guys take a NO so easily!
After all that drama, I didn't get to the babysitter until 6! I could tell that it was a little irritating for her, and I just couldn't get over the fact that my poor baby had been there for almost 12 hours! I'm sure she was just fine, but I felt bad nonetheless. Well, on the ride home I look down and the gas gauge says 7 more miles until empty! Fabulous! I jetted off the first exit ramp and took care of that road block. One last stop before heading home (now- almost 7) was Boston Market for some dinner. When we got home, my order was completely messed up- and you would've thought someone ripped my arm off. I just started blubbering like a freaking moron until I looked up and noticed that Grace was starting to cry. She just looked at me, walked over, and asked 'Okay? Okay?' O-M-G.. just broke my little heart. Where does she learn these things!? Love that little thing!
After that, my night was devoted to playing and reading with Grace and starting to prepare for her birthday! That's right. This time, two years ago, I was already in labor and didn't even know it! Like I said before, Mike asked me to keep it a little low key tomorrow morning since he wasn't going to be there. I agreed to tone it down a little since he is taking an earlier flight to be home early tomorrow. I have the goody bags ready to go to the babysitter and a few presents to make her a PRINCESS for the day. She has her dress and the bags have a crown, earrings, and dress up shoes. Too much? I DON'T CARE. We'll save the balloons and bigger gifts for Saturday at her party!
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Balloons on standby until Saturday!Every time I see balloons for birthdays now I think of an e-card I read that said: 'Happy Birthday! Here's a giant rubber sack of my breath!' |
Yesterday, we went to support my school football team and Grace had a great time-- much more than last year. She loved watching the cheerleaders, climbing the stands, and pretending to like the mascot. She kept yelling for him to come over. When he would come, she would immediately bolt. Pretty funny, but she needs to get over this before it's Santa time! Ha!
Also, this past weekend, we did a big change in Grace's world. Since I was planning on reusing her crib mattress for Clark, we felt like her 2nd birthday would be a great time to bump her up to the full size bed. She has adjusted NO PROBLEM at all! The first time she slept in it, was during a nap and she got out of bed a few times---but ultimately she climbed in and went right to sleep. She brought in a few souvenirs, but that's to be expected. Here's a pic of our first 'big girl bed' experience- seems pretty happy to me AND a pic of the bed in her room!
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What's not in the picture is the step stool she had lying right next to her head! |









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