Saturday mornings and I have an odd relationship. I'm off on Saturdays, but sadly, my husband is not. I can't really sleep in (although, I guess 7 is a little better than 5:45) because his alarm goes off and I wake up and can't go back to sleep. I usually lay there hoping to drift back into my sweet slumber, but it never happens. I finally get out of bed after 20 minutes or so. I think Baby Harris knows when I'm awake, so he/she thinks its time to get up and eat and feel nauseous. I've decided that my days of sleeping in are over. I guess that's what happens when you get married and start having babies. I'm okay with this though, because I love my family more than anything else. So, the husband is off to work and I'm here. All by myself. Its nice for a little while. I can get things done around here, but you can only clean and pick up for so long. Church is this evening, but that's not until 6. Sometimes I have plans, but not always. I'm sure I could really get into some sort of crafting project, but by the time I get around to it, I'm spent. Its just such a weird feeling being pregnant sometimes. I feel like I have no control over my body right now. Baby Harris calls the shots. Baby Harris makes the choices for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and every other meal in between. Baby Harris sets a bedtime for me and is my alarm in the morning. Baby Harris tells me when to feel sick and when to feel normal. I love this nugget, but mama needs a break. I guess I'll get my break when this kid is 5 and in public school. :) On another note, my sister-in-law in Colorado sent me these the other day...
I'm excited about my owl decals! Although, I'm not sure what to put them on yet. Once they are on something, the stay put pretty hardcore, so I need to make the right choice of where to use them. I'm thinking Baby Harris needs some owls in his room! Or her room. I'm still hoping for a boy. :)
As I sit here typing away, I realized, or remembered, that I do have something to do today. I have to get mother's day gifts! Geez...I would have felt as big as an ant if I forgot. Anyway, I have been debating on whether or not to post my 8 weeks picture. I have decided against it. I hope none of you are disappointed, but there is really nothing to see now anyway. And the picture is awful. Not the quality or my husband's photography, but me. I have pink eye and no make-up, topped off with a t-shirt and stretchy pants. I'll take a much cuter picture for my 9 week mark and post that one. I will leave you with this...
Our dinning room. I like it, but don't love it. I'm still trying to figure out my decorating style. I'll see something and love it, but then once its put together, its always too dark. The furniture is really dark, so that doesn't help, but it was free and 100 years old, so it stays. Any suggestions? I'm thinking about new curtains for sure...
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