I don't know if it's the blustery weather, or just the fact that I've been a sleepyhead all week, but when I woke up this morning (at 9:43!), I just knew it was going to be one of those days.
It was an uneventful morning. 2 bowls of Special K, shower, and an hour or two of Discovery Heath network. Jim came home for lunch, but it was a quick "hi, honey"/kiss before I headed out the door to my weekly visit with Dr. Gibbs.
Nothing too spectacular to report at the ob's office. Up another pound in the last week, Sprout is still breech, by belly is measuring on target, and I got a flu shot. In other words, boring. Not that boring is bad. We've had enough of the alternative.
I decided to traipse down to Hylant to say farewell to James, our legal counsel and my fellow grammar snob, as he is leaving at the end of the month to pursue another venture. Boo-hoo. =( I got down there at 1:45, and didn't leave until 4:30. It was nice to see a whole bunch of people who I have missed on my previous visits, but I was pooped by the time I dragged myself our of there (not to mention that I didn't get a chance for lunch amidst my visiting -- thanks, Connie, for the Go-Tart!
So, off to home I went, where I proceeded to crash on the couch and wait for my arm to start throbbing at the flu shot's point of entry (which it did, right on cue).
The highlight of my night was a trip to Giant Eagle with Jim to fill up the truck -- we saved $65 thanks to FuelPerks....it's nice to know the high cost of my progesterone suppositories paid off one way or the other.
And now, I'm watching the Indians lose to Boston, and it is sadness indeed. Dad is at the game, and I think he is cursing them (sorry, Dad!). Maybe if I turn the channel, the outcome will change. Ah, wishful thinking.
Anyway, there's my day in a nutshell. Thankfully, Sprout has been a little calmer today (which may or may not bode well for mommy's night of rest -- we'll see). So, for now my only complaint is oily skin, a new stretchmark on my inner thigh (weird!), and an impending hemorrhoid (double ugh).
But, to end on a happy note: we get to go to see Jerry and Nikki in 8 days! Whoo-hoo!