V-Day
Well, last night was supposed to be our big Valentine's Day date night, and we were both really looking forward to it (it's very rare that we actually get out of the house without Nathan.) We were going to go to dinner and a movie. We went to dinner, (nothing fancy, but still tasty) and then to the movie theatre. We had wanted to see "Valentine's Day," but Paul got to the window and it was sold out. Since I was in the bathroom at the time, and since everything else had already started, he bought tickets to "Avatar." IN 3D. I wasn't real thrilled about the change in plans, since I wasn't really sure whether or not I wanted to see that at all, but we got our popcorn and went in. About 15 minutes into the movie, I started feeling queasy. About 20 minutes in, I took off my glasses, closed my eyes and rested my head on Paul's shoulder. He says he looked over at me and I just went completely grey. We ended up leaving about 10 minutes later. The theatre manager was nice enough to refund our money, and we called it a night. After the babysitter left, I started coughing from my lingering sinus infection, and then it was all over. What a way to end date night. And certainly not romantic at all!
In happier news, I am a little less than a month away from the big 20 week ultrasound. I'm hoping that baby will cooperate so we can get a could look at him/her (although I have a VERY strong feeling I already know). I'm also looking forward to knowing that everything is all right with the rough start I had and this blasted sinus infection. I know that the antibiotic that I'm on is perfectly safe, but I would still love a little reassurance. I've asked for the entire day off, even though the appointment is first thing in the morning, because I wanted to be able to go to breakfast afterward with Paul and kind of savor the day. At this point, I really don't care about asking for days off, because I don't see myself lasting until I have the baby. Or at least, maybe surviving until I go into labor, and then told not to come back. C'est la vie.
I think it's time to get Nathan ready for bed, and for me to follow, because I can't seem to type at all tonight.
In happier news, I am a little less than a month away from the big 20 week ultrasound. I'm hoping that baby will cooperate so we can get a could look at him/her (although I have a VERY strong feeling I already know). I'm also looking forward to knowing that everything is all right with the rough start I had and this blasted sinus infection. I know that the antibiotic that I'm on is perfectly safe, but I would still love a little reassurance. I've asked for the entire day off, even though the appointment is first thing in the morning, because I wanted to be able to go to breakfast afterward with Paul and kind of savor the day. At this point, I really don't care about asking for days off, because I don't see myself lasting until I have the baby. Or at least, maybe surviving until I go into labor, and then told not to come back. C'est la vie.
I think it's time to get Nathan ready for bed, and for me to follow, because I can't seem to type at all tonight.