A case of the Ickies

I didn't feel so hot yesterday and ended up staying home. I've tried really hard not to pull the pregnancy card, but it sucks when you feel like poo and you're not allowed to take any good drugs. Tylenol just doesn't always cut it.

I drug myself out of bed and to the couch long enough to turn on the TV and get totally disturbed by all the "Birth Day", "A Baby Story", "Bring Home Baby", etc. shows that are on during the daytime. The aftermath of the stories were all yay, but getting there looks bad and I don't want to fill my head with all that. Ignorance is bliss, yes? I'm sure I'll figure it out when the time comes, and that it's probably best not to psyche myself out beforehand. ;) Turned off the TV.

Moved to the floor to snuggle Toby. (Andy had a new chew stick and couldn't be bothered.)



Moved off the floor and back to bed where I read. And by the way - How did I miss this?? And more importantly - why didn't any of you tell me about it?!?



I love it! Downloaded the second one today. Hope Dallas doesn't expect much out of me until the next 6 are also downloaded and read.

Turned Kindle off, laid around, napped, texted D to complain of my woes, texted him more each time the little boy kicked me and blamed his orneriness on his father, took more regular strength Tylenol, played words with friends, and kept a close eye on all FB happenings. Dug through the old pics on my phone and found this:



HA! Doesn't he look so deliciously snobby?? "Pardon me, do you have any Grey Poupon??" Heh.

Then this song was running through my head the entire day. I've only heard it a few times though, so I just kept repeating "drink a little drink, smoke a little smooooke". I dig it.



I'm back to fighting form today though - watch out! (Baby also says watch out, and then proves his point with a firm judo chop.)