Technically Saturday...8 days left

Well, after all the posting I've done about being sleep deprived, I cannot fall asleep.  I'm not sure what that's about. Maybe I'm too excited about spending the day with Josh tomorrow. Maybe I'm getting too eager about this baby coming. Or maybe it's the half of an allergy pill I took to help get rid of this headache. I don't know, but I've been laying in bed for about 2 and a half hours trying to go to sleep and nothing is happening. And bless my dear hubby's heart, but he started snoring and I just can't sleep through that. I could sleep though the sound of a chain saw running before I can sleep through my husband's snoring. It didn't use to be like that, but I am such a light sleeper in this pregnancy that we can't even sleep in the same room right now. I wouldn't say it if I didn't think he would say the same thing, so don't bash me for talking about him behind his back. He will admit it in a heartbeat.

This is a little off topic, but why in the world are commercials choosing ugly people for their casting? It irritates me. I guess they are trying to relate more to the general public, but some of those people are just really ugly. Like the people on the Hillshire Farms commercials (and no, I'm not talking about the kids). Those people look like they've been pulled out of a homeless shelter and put in their commercial. Sorry I was just wondering what's up with that.

So today went pretty good. Still felt pretty uncomfortable and today I felt nauseous and got a headache. I tried to lay down on the couch, then in bed, then in the recliner, and then back on the couch with no success of a nap or comfort. But I did enjoy my relax time so it wasn't pointless. Oh but Josh did surprise me with some pickles from the pita house. The best when you are pregnant. I love em anyway, but you just can't beat homemade pickles when you have that craving. The only thing that would have made it better is a frosty. Pickles and ice cream. So cliche, but so good. I love him for that.

Tomorrow (or today really) Josh and I are having our Valentine's day early because the baby is suppose to arrive Valentine day weekend and he's on call that weekend. We have nothing really planned for the day, but tomorrow night we are going to the melting pot for dinner. We wanted to go see a play or a concert or something, but the only thing going on is the circus and that's just not very romantic. So I think we are just gonna go window shopping at the mall and plan for things to buy each other when we have expendable income, AKA tax money. I know that's bad, but let's face it, Josh is the only one bringing in money to a family of four, and we are paying our bills on time all year long. We don't really allow ourselves to splurge on anything, so when we get our tax money we feel more comfortable with buying unnecessary items.

Also tomorrow we have to do our normal Saturday running around after Josh drops our new storage building in the back yard. So we have to go to Garner's for prenatal vitamins, babies r us for some last minute stuff, the mall to pick up maternity pics, M&M tax to get our taxes done, and somewhere in there we will have lunch and Delores will take a nap in the car. Then maybe we will come home in time to get decent looking for dinner. If not we will just come home, do bed time, and leave.

So we have now officially 8 days left to this pregnancy thing and I'm starting to get scared. I don't know how I'll handle being a mom of two. How do I take care of a 1 year old and a newborn at the same time? I don't know. I can't even fathom how I am going to tackle this task. If I wasn't so uncomfortable and in so much pain I'd say she could gladly hang out in there for a few more weeks. I guess everything happens for a reason and God wouldn't give me a task I couldn't handle. That whole staying positive thing will just have to kick in overtime and I may have to start taking my antidepressants again, but I'm sure I can make it. Maybe.

Well have a good Saturday!