I forgot to mention that when I went to the doctor last week, she asked me how many weeks I am. I said 10 since Tuesdays are my turn days (where it switches to the next week). She told me that since we switched my due date, I am only 9 weeks. Um, we had already subtracted a week. So confusing. I did not want to argue, because she is my doctor, so I guess last week I was 9 weeks and today is 10 weeks....I think.
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Last night and today has been a rough one for me. Not only did I NOT get my mashed potatoes last night, I barely slept. I don't want to move around too much because Daddy wakes up, but then when I move to the couch, which used to be comfortable, I keep thinking of all the dog germs and kid germs that must be on there. I went up and down last night until I finally just got up at 5:30. I do sleep fabulously from about 3-5. I don't even hear Daddy leave! I wish I could sleep that well all night. I would also like it if you stopped making me go the bathroom so much. Seriously....
Today has been rough. I volunteer at your brothers school on Tuesdays and during my book group I thought I was going to have to throw up all over the Rumplestiltskin book. Thankfully I made it through. I am so queasy! Smells that never bothered me before bother me now. Like Mickey's dog food. I dread feeding him now when before, I did not even think about it! Hopefully this will pass soon!