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I was having a rather crappy day yesterday; I called Nancy to see if Sean and I could come over to make sure she was alright but she didn't want me around her while she is sick. I wanted to go over to in some way make myself feel better about her not being able to be at the baby shower. I hung up the phone with her feeling defeated. Baby boy is killing me slowly with his constant kicking on my ribcage and the cold rainy weather did not help my mood in the least! Things did get better but not until late in the day.
Pat came over after work. He and Sean made me dinner which was just awesome! I was sitting online playing sudoku being annoyed about nothing and everything at once when Sean came in and handed my a glass of red wine, kissed my forehead, and told me dinner would be ready shortly. He is just too wonderful for words; I sat and bitched most of the day for pretty much no reason and all he wants to do is continue to try to make my day nice. After gorging myself on spaghetti with a homemade sauce and garlic bread we sat down and watched a little tv. My day continued to improve steadily.
I don't know which was better, dinner or the events that followed. I have been dying to get the baseboard up in the baby room ever since Pat painted it months ago. It is driving me insane not being able to put away all of the baby stuff that has been sitting on the floor in boxes in bags but the baseboard had to be put up before any furniture could be moved into the room. So after a short time watching tv the guys started working on the baby room while I got to sit on my ass and do absolutely nothing. It is by no means completely done but they got the baseboard up (it still probably should be caulked), the crib is assembled, and all miscellaneous junk has been removed from the room. I began sorting boxes and bags into proper areas of the room. Now all the room needs is for the chest, twin bed, and dresser to be sanded and whitewashed then placed in the room so I can properly put things away. It just made me so much happier to get the work done tonight because the baby room is actually starting to look like a baby room and much less like a large closet as it had even a few days ago. I can actually start to see having a baby in the house.
I almost forgot to mention that Sean had also put together my glider and ottoman the night before to try to cheer me up after the shower. I adore him! So there you go, I may feel like shit between the constant heartburn, baby boy kicking my ribcage bladder and kidneys, my back feeling like someone stabbed me, and a complete inability to sleep but I am pretty damn happy considering. I am very blessed in my life.
Pat came over after work. He and Sean made me dinner which was just awesome! I was sitting online playing sudoku being annoyed about nothing and everything at once when Sean came in and handed my a glass of red wine, kissed my forehead, and told me dinner would be ready shortly. He is just too wonderful for words; I sat and bitched most of the day for pretty much no reason and all he wants to do is continue to try to make my day nice. After gorging myself on spaghetti with a homemade sauce and garlic bread we sat down and watched a little tv. My day continued to improve steadily.
I don't know which was better, dinner or the events that followed. I have been dying to get the baseboard up in the baby room ever since Pat painted it months ago. It is driving me insane not being able to put away all of the baby stuff that has been sitting on the floor in boxes in bags but the baseboard had to be put up before any furniture could be moved into the room. So after a short time watching tv the guys started working on the baby room while I got to sit on my ass and do absolutely nothing. It is by no means completely done but they got the baseboard up (it still probably should be caulked), the crib is assembled, and all miscellaneous junk has been removed from the room. I began sorting boxes and bags into proper areas of the room. Now all the room needs is for the chest, twin bed, and dresser to be sanded and whitewashed then placed in the room so I can properly put things away. It just made me so much happier to get the work done tonight because the baby room is actually starting to look like a baby room and much less like a large closet as it had even a few days ago. I can actually start to see having a baby in the house.
I almost forgot to mention that Sean had also put together my glider and ottoman the night before to try to cheer me up after the shower. I adore him! So there you go, I may feel like shit between the constant heartburn, baby boy kicking my ribcage bladder and kidneys, my back feeling like someone stabbed me, and a complete inability to sleep but I am pretty damn happy considering. I am very blessed in my life.