Everyone is trying to get me out of the house. Everyone being The Husband and my mom. (Yeah, I married my mom, go figure) I just want to stay home and prepare the house. Hello, pregnant woman nesting.
But no, The Husband thinks we need a movie this afternoon (and my mom agrees) because we won’t have couple time for months (not that we have it that often to begin with). He’s right. But I would rather be home blogging, reading blogs, sleeping. If he wants to make me happy, he could pick up his stuff in the bedroom or hand me a couple hundred so I can buy everything I want for the baby. I’m not holding my breath for the either.
My mom has decided she’ll treat me to a pedicure tomorrow. Of course, this is sweet and wonderful and all, but again, I would rather be home doing the same stuff I mentioned in the last paragraph. Heck, I’m trying to keep on top of the chores because I know they’re going to fall to the wayside. So mom, if you want me to be happy, grab a sponge or an apron; I’ve got some more nesting to do.
In other pregnancy news, Evan and Sean are declining to be in the hospital when the baby is born. Which is fine because they weren’t going to be there any ways. But they are now both boys are convinced that the baby is going to “pop” out of mommy’s tummy. And that would be gross and messy. Let’s thank all the people who said I look like I’m about to pop.
Until I have a moment to write and read again.