Well, sort of. Never would I have believed it, but Saturday night (mind you, that was Valentine's Day), I actually spent with four lovely girlfriends eating dinner, gorging on loads of nice desserts, and laughing over stories of creative ways pregnant women have gotten out of speeding tickets (a la "Officer, I'm eight months pregnant, I need to pee, and I'm speeding to the next reststop!"). It didn't hit me until I got home that night how amazing it was that five happily married women were willing to sacrifice a romantic night with their loving husbands to spend a night with the girls. Well, two of us didn't have much choice, as our husbands were out of town anyway. However, the other three women were all willing to let their men have a "Boys' Night" in order to have a "Girls' Night" with each other. I thought that was a pretty amazing thing, and a real testament to the womanly bonds we ladies hold strong.
I had a good weekend, in that I got most of my house chores completed (several loads of laundry, cleaned the bedroom and kitchen, vacuumed, cleaned the living room, took care of the recycling, provided first aid to the still self-mutilating cat). I failed to clean the bathroom, put away the Xmas decorations (although I did finally take them down, as I hated coming across as one of those old ladies who just can't let go of the holidays) or reorganize our linen/medicine shelves. Later this week, I suppose, if I have the energy.
Adam was down in Panama City, FL, with a bunch of his classmates from Ft. Benning. They were mostly younger guys, and so he sent me a text message on the drive down saying, "I'm in a car with five guys and their conversations are off the wall!!!" Sounds like he had a really nice relaxing weekend, but any concerns I had about him striking up a romance with a buxom beach babe were put to rest by the cool, rainy weather they got down there. Instead of sunburns on the beach, Adam spent his days roaming around the shopping areas, talking to me under awnings while the rain came down around him. I loved the phone time I had with him, although I'm sure he had something slightly different in mind when he signed up for a weekend trip in Florida. Oh well.
I had a sad realization this morning. I realized that all day yesterday I was anxious and unsettled, and it was because I actually couldn't wait for the work week to begin! Who ever says that??? I think I get a little depressed on the weekends, not having Adam around to make me breakfast in bed, or do chores or run errands with. I guess that depression caused me to want the weekend to go by, so that I wouldn't be sitting (or actually running around) feeling sorry for myself. I found that even when I was at my busiest this weekend, I felt sad and a bit (okay, a lot) resentful that Adam wasn't around to help me with things, especially considering my current condition. Moving the bed frame away from the wall so I can change the linens just isn't as easy as it normally is. Neither is bending over to pick up the self-mutilating Greg House or Kika. To boot, I woke up around 3:30 this morning with a gushing nosebleed. Sigh...Only 2 months and 1 week more of this, right?
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