I worked for the first time since December today, and I had to be there for a whole 45 minutes. Yes, I know. I have such a difficult life. I just applied for another job where I'll be able to work from home. Fingers crossed. I've been so nervous I could die. It will be the perfect job because I can stay with baby girl, and I just want it so bad!
Remember this guy?
Handsome, isn't he? He's my training, I think, for all the kids I'll have one day. He's very much still a kid at heart. Good thing I love him. The other day we got into a little argument. This is a little bit of how it went:
Tyler: Blah, blah, blah (I can't remember what he said, but guaranteed he didn't even say anything mean whatsoever. )
Me: Something along the lines of "You don't even care about me and my feelings." (Baby girl's making me a little bit sensitive)
Tyler: "Control your hormones."
Me: Got all silent and was probably about to cry.
Tyler: "Well shit."
And then we laugh and everything is just fine and dandy, sort of.
Turns out Ty may have been talking a little too loud. About 2 minutes later we get a note slipped under our door. It says something about quiet hours being between 8:00 p.m. and 8:00 a.m., and that they would appreciate us being more quiet and not swearing because they don't want their kid hearing words like that.
Oops. I was so embarrassed! Needles to say, I try to avoid our landlords now. They really are the nicest people, and it's completely understandable, but I'm just embarrassed. Ugh. Tyler probably won't hear the end of it from me until we move and get our own house. I'm sure he fully regrets it?
Time is a funny thing for me since I've been pregnant. It seems to fly by and creep along all at the same time. I want May 4th to come more than I've wanted anything, and then I think of birth and change my mind. I just want to skip that part. I like to avoid pain.
Here I am at 28 weeks! 84 days to go.