What a strange feeling.
I'm all alone in my house.... overnight... aaaand it's terrifying awesome.
My angelmotherdarlingpants offered to watch my 22-month old overnight, so I jumped on it.
"Where is your husband...," you ask?
Well! My caring, doting, dedicated husband up and left his seven-months pregnant complete basketcase emotional wife and acted on a totally unnecessary one-in-a-lifetime trip to Europe with his brothers. Yeah yeah yeah, chill out Sofia, it's not like he went to a week-long drinking party while you are sitting pregnant at home!
Oh wait. Yes. Yes he did. He went to Oktoberfest.
Uuuggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Seriously hope he's having fun because I love him and I like it when he's happy. Truly. I mean it, I get it. And I trust him, he's a good man- he works hard and he deserves it. Plus, he knows if he does anything stupid I'll cut off his schnitzel.
Regardless, my eye kinda twitches and I look like a crazy person when I sit and think about him drinking beer with hundreds of unpregnant people while I sit here and admire the early stages of my impending 'bingo arms' as my pregnancy progresses.
Sooooo... I am watching "The Biggest Loser" because it makes me feel good about myself. And rest assured my husband is going to buy me a killer pair of das boots when he gets home. Serious.
Now look at pictures of my family.
1. my husband, the guilty baker.
My husband started to feel bad about leaving and did the following things to say "I'm sorry" without saying "I'm sorry": went grocery shopping, vacuumed, changed a #2 diaper (it's been a LONG time), loaded and unloaded the dishwasher (this is a huge one), cooked dinner AANNNDD cleaned up the mess (even cleaned the stovetop...), and did his own laundry. I even snapped a picture of the peculiar behavior because I knew no one would believe me- here he is caught in the act of baking cookies (!!) .
2. my child, the weirdo
Generally, young children demand to take a doll, blanket, or even toothbrush with them when they leave the house. My daughter insisted on a freaking pink bike/bus as we left the house. Interesting.
3. my child, the weirdo part 2
And she also insists on wearing snow gloves in the house. Strange even without the knowledge that the weather here is still in the near hundreds.
4. 27 Weeeeeeks!
Took this today. Some websites say I'm in my third trimester now.
Fact: Second pregnancies go by waaaaaaay faster than firsts. Insanity.
Don't be mad because I haven't blogged in a month. I'm not a machine!
