Friday morning, I got ready for work as usual. Fed Rocky, leashed him up, grabbed my tea, and my purse, and headed out the door. Then I realized… I left my keys on the kitchen table. I really thought that pregnancy-induced forgetfulness was an old wive’s tale. I was wrong. I mean, I saw my keys sitting on the table as I was packing my lunch for work! But my zombie brain just grabbed my purse (just inches away from my keys) and I walked out the damn door. In my defense, it is my habit to keep my keys in my purse, but I knew my keys were on the table! What is wrong with me!? Luckily I didn’t forget my cell phone, so I called my sister, and she took me to work. My dad picked me up after work, and (once again I forgot) that he had made spare keys for my house and car. Wish I could have remembered that in the morning while I was sitting outside, waiting for my sister to pick me up. Goodness.
My St. Patrick’s Day started out badly. We woke up and got ready to get our Slumber Time Elite by Simmons crib at Target. I grabbed my rings out of my strawberry soap dish, and my engagement ring fell down the floor vent! OMGoodness I already felt the tears starting to well up. Aaron got a flashlight. I sat next to the vent, trying to peer down it with the flashlight. The duct pipe is curved, so I was hoping it was lying in the curved part, and didn’t go all the way down. I didn’t see it. I put my hand down in it. Still nothing. I’m holding back tears. Put my hand down farther… I felt something fuzzy. I hope it was insulation, and not an animal, but I didn’t care. Put my hand down as far as I could… felt it! Grabbed it! Thank God! A little Irish luck was on my side.
And yes, there is such a thing as “Pregnancy Butterfingers.” All I wanted to do was take a nap after that.
My mom has a 20% discount card for Big Lots that she said we can use towards a recliner. I really need one to breast feed, and rock the baby in during all those middle-of-the-night feedings. So we went to Big Lots, and tried out all of the recliners.
The one I was sitting in, in the picture above, was heat and massage. Was nice, but I don’t want to have to plug in my chair, and have a cord run across the room so somebody can trip on it. I woke baby girl up with all that shaking around. I didn’t find anything I liked there, so we have to keep looking.
Aaron’s parents gave us money for the crib. Thanks Bill and Terri! ♥ Aaron put it together just fine! …
What a handy-man he is! It looks beautiful! ;)
Tomorrow is the big day. I will be having an ultrasound done to make sure the CPCs are gone on baby girl’s brain, and I’ll be having that yucky glucose screening test done. Keep us in your prayers!
