Alabama Tracks

How cool is it when your boss comes in each day asking how you are that morning?  Having been through pregnancy with his wife 9 times, he knows what to expect and how to act.  Could it get better than that?  Not only does he ask but he’s said “never plan babies around work schedules.”  Yesterday he even asked if there was anything he could get me while he was out getting a perscription.  Here I’ve been planning when I could get pregnant as to not interupt their work and my boss is cool with it.  I’ve been so blessed. 

By now, word is around the office.  I’ll tell a few friends at choir tonight if I feel up to going.  I’m getting increasingly more tired as the days go on.  The nausea has subsided a bit but I am still very hungry.  I have found that I don’t look forward to cooking right now - mostly because I have to eat what I make even if I’m not in the mood for it.  Budgets call for it. 

 Sleeping has also started to get interesting as I lay in bed for quite a bit longer than I typically do waiting to go to sleep even when I’m so exhausted.  I wake up as if I had just awoken from REM sleep.  Every morning is a chore and I know it is just going to get harder. 

 I’m making it though rather well.  I’m not turning green yet.  My cravings are not intense.  My clothes still fit for the most part (with a little creative planning) and the prenatals I’m on right now are not effecting me funny.

I plan on leaving early from work on Friday to attend my mother and sister in law’s graduation from thier textile school. I have been told that they are planning to come to see us on Saturday.  I just don’t know what is on the docket. 

I gave Flala a bath the other night.  She was so good and just stood in the tub crying to get out.  She never claws her way out of the tub and on occassions will let me turn her over in the tub.  She soft as ever as a result.  I must say it was rather funny as Lily watched and as soon as Joel came around she bolted as if to say “You’re not putting ME through that!”  And yet, every morning she sits in the empty tub watching me get ready.  Go figure.

 

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