Oh So Sleepy
Today is the day from hell, and it's only just begun. To be honest, it wouldn't be a bad day if I wasn't dreading going to TI tonight. It's inventory time. I have to be in at 5, can't leave till inventory is done, even if it means being there till 4 in the morning.
I got very little sleep last night. It's been like that for a few weeks now. Not only do I have to pee every couple of hours, I just can't seem to stay comfortable. I wake up, and end up staring at the ceiling for another hour. Last night was a really bad one. Just couldn't seem to stay asleep. I had to babysit this morning, like I do every Friday. And life wouldn't suck so bad right now if I could just be done for the day and veg. But no, gotta hell night ahead of me. I'm already exhausted. I'm thinking about going in for a couple of hours, and then just saying fuck it. I'm pregnant, I'm tired, I'm leaving. Besides, I'm telling them tonight that I'm quitting. Done. Finito. Outta there! So what are they gonna do if I decide to leave, fire me? Heh.
The GSHW meeting is tomorrow, but I doubt highly that I'll make it. I'm so pooped today, I need tomorrow to just relax and veg. Sunday I'm going to a Superbowl party. I don't really care about either team, but I'm rooting for the Panthers. Partly because they're the underdog, and partly because they're the ones that kicked the cowboys out of the playoffs. :) I HATE the cowboys. (And they happen to be my hubby's favorite team. heh) I'm mainly just looking forward to hanging out with my friends. I really haven't gone out in so long. I've turned into a homebody. Sigh.
9 weeks and counting for the baby. Tomorrow I'll be 31 weeks. Had my appointment last night. I go every two weeks now. I'll go weekly starting at 36 weeks. So far so good. Though I was a bit nervous when the doctor went to find the heartbeat and we heard nothing at first. But she just moved the microphone to the other side of my belly and there is was. I breathed a sigh of relief. Fran, mister never show emotion, let out a "Phew! There he is!" I was surprised, to say the least. I didn't even think he was paying attention. Nice to know that he got concerned. I mean, this is the guy who shrugs his shoulders every time I ask him how he feels about the baby.
Well, that's all I've got for now. I have to get ready to go to hell one last time. Till next time...
Today is the day from hell, and it's only just begun. To be honest, it wouldn't be a bad day if I wasn't dreading going to TI tonight. It's inventory time. I have to be in at 5, can't leave till inventory is done, even if it means being there till 4 in the morning.
I got very little sleep last night. It's been like that for a few weeks now. Not only do I have to pee every couple of hours, I just can't seem to stay comfortable. I wake up, and end up staring at the ceiling for another hour. Last night was a really bad one. Just couldn't seem to stay asleep. I had to babysit this morning, like I do every Friday. And life wouldn't suck so bad right now if I could just be done for the day and veg. But no, gotta hell night ahead of me. I'm already exhausted. I'm thinking about going in for a couple of hours, and then just saying fuck it. I'm pregnant, I'm tired, I'm leaving. Besides, I'm telling them tonight that I'm quitting. Done. Finito. Outta there! So what are they gonna do if I decide to leave, fire me? Heh.
The GSHW meeting is tomorrow, but I doubt highly that I'll make it. I'm so pooped today, I need tomorrow to just relax and veg. Sunday I'm going to a Superbowl party. I don't really care about either team, but I'm rooting for the Panthers. Partly because they're the underdog, and partly because they're the ones that kicked the cowboys out of the playoffs. :) I HATE the cowboys. (And they happen to be my hubby's favorite team. heh) I'm mainly just looking forward to hanging out with my friends. I really haven't gone out in so long. I've turned into a homebody. Sigh.
9 weeks and counting for the baby. Tomorrow I'll be 31 weeks. Had my appointment last night. I go every two weeks now. I'll go weekly starting at 36 weeks. So far so good. Though I was a bit nervous when the doctor went to find the heartbeat and we heard nothing at first. But she just moved the microphone to the other side of my belly and there is was. I breathed a sigh of relief. Fran, mister never show emotion, let out a "Phew! There he is!" I was surprised, to say the least. I didn't even think he was paying attention. Nice to know that he got concerned. I mean, this is the guy who shrugs his shoulders every time I ask him how he feels about the baby.
Well, that's all I've got for now. I have to get ready to go to hell one last time. Till next time...
posted by Meghan at 3:29 PM
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