Really, my only excuse is lack of anything exciting to say. Mostly, my days go: nausea? Check! Tired? Check! Working or chasing an almost 3 year old? Check and check!
Basically, my life's pretty boring.
I have my first OB appointment this week, which we're pretty excited about. I'm hoping to get a glimpse of little blackberry again. I'm nervous about the whole pap smear thing. I mean, I've had them before, so that's not it. But a coworker of mine had a miscarriage at 9 weeks as a direct result of an over-zealous pap smearer. I'll probably go ahead with it, as that was probably a fluke, but it still makes me nervous. My question is: why do they even bother doing it when you know they won't do anything about an abnormal one while you're pregnant anyway? Seems strange.
My summer calendar is filling up like crazy! This coming week alone, I work 32 hours in 3 days, then have an OB appointment, then all 3 cats go to the vet (explain how I'm going to manage that?!), we have a surprise party to go to, a wedding rehearsal and a wedding Saturday afternoon followed by work that night! Ugh! No rest for the gestating, I guess.
Asher's birthday is coming up. We're getting him an easel and art supplies. I'm thinking of getting him an old school plastic swimming pool, too. One that won't pop like the one we got him last year, you know. We're having his party the 3rd, weather permitting. We're planning on going to the park to play with family in the morning and having cake and stuff before it gets terribly hot. Then, that evening? ECLIPSE, baby! Oh yeah!
Well, my fingers are cramping from typing this whole thing on my blackberry while Nick sleeps, so remind me to tell you about our upcoming meeting with Asher's mother. Ugh.
