Since I don't have any new gifts to report - this is the point where I would make a comment about this baby not having anything if I had not bragged about the super fun gifts that have already been sent - I thought this would be the perfect time to tell everyone that Kevin has magically transformed into Superman since the big announcement. See photo of Kevin the pirate below... it is the closest thing I have to Superman. :)
It was not until I had an out of body experience at a red box that I realized just how awesome Kevin is. As I stood there yelling irrationally - and yes I realized I was irrational but could do little to alter my behavior... weird - I looked over at Kevin who was at that very moment the most patient I have ever known him to be. Once I had finished yelling about the lack of options in the redbox and how obviously someone was working against me and my need to be entertained, Kevin paused and simply asked, "Did you want to go get ice cream?" That was the minute that I realized not only had I married the perfect person for me, but that he had somehow transformed from the carefree, beer guzzling ballplayer I had met into a truly promising father. Someone please refer me to this post when I start writing about how over this pregnancy Kevin is in about WK 30.
Ice cream seems to be Kevin's fix for everything. It is his proverbial duct tape if you will. Anytime I mention that I have had a hard day at work, or don't feel particularly well, there is sure to be an M&M McFlurry in the freezer when I get home. Thank goodness they started making those in a mini size or I would look more like I am finishing up my second trimester. He has been supportive about everything... I am too tired to make dinner, he will pick up takeout. Feeling sick means that it is no longer my responsibility to take out the dog. Laundry sits unfolded in the utlility room for days and he simply goes in and picks out clean underwear as needed so that I don't have to work too quickly to return it to its proper position. Most of this may seem obvious, but any of you who know Kevin knows that he has always been a bit catered to, so for the tables in this house to turn so abruptly has been a pleasant surprise. At the risk of people starting to think he is too great, I will end it here, but it sure is nice to be so loved, me and Baby O! Bring on the questions.
Are you feeling sick?: First thing when I wake up, but that is the worst of it.
Are you sleeping?: Still no. This is getting a little old.
What was the best moment this week?: Promotion at work! While not baby related, every positive gain I make means more mulah for Baby O.
Do you miss anything?: Booze. This will probably be reoccurring, but as a friend of mine downed her margarita and I watched over the top of my water glass, I was just a little sad.
Any cravings yet?: Cinnamon. I realized this after purchasing cinnamon butter, cinnamon rolls and cinnamon honey bunches of oats at the grocery store last week... oh yeah, then we got cinnamon knots for dessert after dinner. So good!
Do you want to know if Baby O is a boy or a girl?: Still yes. Names are picked out and ready for when we reach WK 20 and get to find out!
Any other symptoms?: Tired... so so tired...
Mood lately?: Pretty good. Kevin may disagree, but he probably isn't going to read this so I can say what I want.
What are you looking forward to?: Bathing Baby O. After a few weird looks from coworkers this week after asking my work friend if I could just come over and give her baby a bath then sniff her, I realized that I may need to keep certain things to myself.
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