ALSO-- two nights ago we were supposed to have a hot dog and marshmallow roast up the canyon with DJ's siblings, but my body was just so exhausted that I wanted to stay home. I told DJ that, and explained that I wouldn't mind one bit if he still went. Naturally, he opted to stay home with me. That made me feel a little guilty, so I started being moody (like the, I-feel-bad, I-might-cry kind of moody). Then he asked what we should eat for dinner, and I started crying, because, "We don't have any food!!!" (In reality we did, just nothing that either of us wanted.) In the end I ordered a pizza for DJ and ate plain white rice myself. It was just ridiculous that I even cried? It was an emotional night.
I feel like I've aged about 10 years. Or 50, I'm not sure. My knees and feet have been KILLING me! A few nights ago I colored, cut and styled both Nikki and Keesha's hair (which, for the record, looks pretty awesome!), and that's usually no big deal. I obviously love doing hair, and had a blast doing their's, but man did I ever feel it that night and the whole day after! I came to the heart-breaking conclusion that I'm probably going to have to call doing hair quits until after Lexsi comes. So sad! But my poor body just can't handle it along with a full time job and full-time baby growth.
Apparently, I've become a snorer. Poor DJ! I've never been a snorer unless I was SUPER tired or something... apparently I've been snoring every night for the past week or so. I really do feel bad for him, but what can I do? I just don't know.
All of things are not necessarily ideal, but I don't mind them. Remember how I chose to have a baby? Oh yeah, that means I chose everything that comes with it :) I sure do enjoy this crazy ride!!!
I've done all that a time or five and I'm happy to say that it's over and I got through it. I never minded being pregnant. I was tired in the very early and late stages but the pay-off was way worth it! Take it easy where you can. DJ will live through the snoring, heck in a few years it'll be tandem snoring. There's no time like the present in accomodating!
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