So I'm almost 18 weeks. Wow. Only 22 weeks until Lil' Chicken makes her debut! I AM SO SCARED. But that's ok. I feel like I'm going to get scared-er before the end!
I'm at 122 pounds today. So I've gained about 10. That seems so crazy to me! That's like carrying Kiwi around all the time.
This morning when I woke up, my uterus was lopsided. My belly looked bigger on the left side, and when I felt it, that side was hard while my right side was soft. Can your uterus move around? Now it feels centered...odd.
Work has been trying to kill me, I swear. The past two weeks they've had me scheduled for 55 hours, and this week they have me down for 59. That means my paycheck--pre taxes and insurance, will be around $1,152. That seems low....hold on. Nope. Guess it's right on. That's 34 hours overtime for two weeks--bleh. Not that I'm complaining money-wise, however mentally and physically, I'm beat. Had a breakdown the other night, which wasn't helped by coming home to find Kev was still playing video games at our friends house even though I told him I was leaving work and was cranky and crabby...
Anyways, so if this 50 something hour week thing doesn't end soon, I'm going to have to say something. I can't keep up at this pace.
Not much really going on other than that.
I really like the idea of this nursery:
I think I'm going to go to Joann's today to see if I can get paint and canvases to re-create the pictures. They are so cute. I want to paint the toy box too--I'm thinking jungle leave or something. I'd like to sand it down a bit more so I can re-paint it. I wonder what all goes into paint stripping?
Anyways, I must finish my coffee so I can start drinking water so I am not dehydrated when I have to pee in a cup at the doctors office.