Oh how I dislike Mondays. Mondays are the days when it is hard to get out of bed – who am I fooling everyday it hard to get out of bed – mentally and physically.
Today I am tired and feel sick. I am not sure if it is my Propel Black Cherry or the fact that I had a Chipotle Burrito Bowl at 9:30 pm last night, but urgh I feel barf. My bump hurts – that’s what I say now when my stomach hurts, it’s like my entire bump is killing me. Poor child – eventually I will have to stop call her a bump.
I have been slacking on the Belly Bump pictures – I know. The weekend just usually gets away from me and I realize Sunday night that I never took a picture, but wouldn’t dare take one in my old beat up nightgown.
Yesterday was father’s day. Shelby and I decided that JAG deserved a celebration so he received cards and gifts from every member of the family: the dogs, Shelby, the hamster, me and even Bekah. I think he was a tad surprised.
I took him yesterday to see Green Lantern. It was his gift from me – very seldomnly do I sit through one of his movies, unless he gives in and goes to a Twilight flick with me – then I feel I should pay him back. Surprisingly I only nodded off once – I have a habit of sleeping through movies – I slept through
in Wonderland with Johnny Dep. Green Lantern was ok, not as good as Iron Man and Iron Man 2, but ok. JAG was happy and that is what it’s all about right? Alice
Other than that it was a pretty uneventful weekend – I am trying to stay that way since I just know that my husband thinks I am have become a full blown drama magnet during this pregnancy.
And since I didn’t say it yesterday. Happy Father’s Day to the wonderful Fathers in my life…
And My JAG!