Sunday, December 4, 2011

Our Sleep-Over Weekend

We had a sleepover with B and R this weekend! (2 nights actually haha!) Little kids we are :) We volunteered at a supper for homeless/poor people, watched three movies, played 'Banaograms,' ate chips and chocolate all weekend, ate pizza, exchanged gifts, went to church together, and then when to a Christmas program tonight. It was a very full weekend. I was stressed out on saturday though. R had to work saturday morning and I had to bake cookies for a work Christmas party that day (more things that made this weekend so busy!) So anyways, R went into the city and I went with her because she was going to drop me off at home so I could bake the sugar cookies. Well, I hadn't remembered to take our keys with me so we get into Stoon, almost to my place and I remembered this. So, R, on a tight timeline to get to her massage clients dropped me off at the nearest mall. The stores weren't open yet as this was about 8:30am. So I went inside and walked around and sat in a chair whilst I waited for my poor husband, whom I had to wake up so rudely and ask him to come and bail me out. So anyways, that started my stress. Then, the cookies that I made (shaped like Reindeer) were really brittle and half of them broke so I had hardly any cookies to give away to the chiropractors (the receptionists gave the chiro's cookies and wall hangings). Then once R picked me up after work (and we got the tickets for the program tonight, and little house boxes to put the cookies in) and we got back to their house, I remembered there were three chiro's going at the party not two and I had only bought two houses. So I had to decorate a box yet too. In the end that worked out. But I was stressed about going to the party all day because I'm still getting to know the ladies so I was worried about how it would go. In the end it did go pretty good. A bit uncomfortable for me at the beginning but the ladies got more and more chatty and laughy as the evening wore on so it was pretty fun. Then I went back to R and B's once again and we did our gifts and watched another movie. R got me dark reddish/black feather earrings! And also a Angry Birds tshirt haha. Not because I'm a freaky fan, but I do play it a lot lately, like when I'm in bed, and on my work breaks. She also got me lotion/shower gel/lip butter from the body shop. Sweet haul! haha!
So, on to the baby side of things. (here comes the more in detail stuff so be warned!) So a few days ago, I think, oh, friday, I literally peed 8 times from the time I got up (about 8:30) till just after work (about 6:00)! And I did NOT drink any more than I normally do. I have no idea what was up with that. Since then that hasn't been like that. Also on Friday I had (tmi) bad bad gas. So, when I was pregnant the first time that was a clue to me that I might be expecting. And I've had this issue since friday as well, although friday was the worst. Since then I've actually had loose bm. Yesterday night and tonight I've felt a bit gross/sickish to my stomach. So maybe I'm getting sick? I'm of course always hopeful about being pregnant, but then I get upset thinking "of course I'm not" and that's depressing. It's nicer just being hopeful. But we shall see what happens. Oh yah!! Another thing!! (see, all the hope??! haha) My bb's got sore on day 5. I looked back at my previous charts and my bb's normally start to get sore around day 6 or 7. But day 6 I was waaay more sore than I ever am at that day. So I think either I'm preggo or I didn't O on the day I thought I did. For now I'm going with the latter. So instead of counting myself as 8dpo I'm counting myself as 9dpo although according to my bb's I feel like I'm 10dpo or so. So now I'm not sure when to expect AF to show up. So I think the earliest I expect it is wednesday, and the latest, on saturday. So, if AF doesn't show up by saturday some time I will suspect something. But that's soooooooooo long from now. Thus the title of my blogspot. :) So tune in next time to more body talk with meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!

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