15w0d

Today was the first day that I really noticed that my pregnancy hormones are in full swing. I got up and got dressed picking out what I thought was my cutest new maternity top. I was SOO excited when I left home thinking that I finally looked fashionable and not just frumpy.

However, as I walked into work I started to notice that perhaps my top was a little low cut. On a side note why do they make these things assuming that people have boobs? I mean mine have grown, but come on. What do they expect a miracle?? Anyhow, the more I walked, the more I became self conscious. As long as I didn't bend over, I was fine, but still.

Then when I got to work I went into a meeting first thing. The meeting was over at 9:30 and by the time 12:00 rolled around I was feeling pretty crappy. This was the first day that I had worn a maternity top and not ONE person had noticed, or if they had they hadn't said anything to me. Now I realize I work with a bunch of men, but there are at least 5 women in the office that I see and talk to regularly and NO ONE said ANYTHING!!

By the time I left the office at 5:00 I just wanted to drown my sorrows in cheesesticks!! Unfortunately since money has not been all that great while Jake makes the transition to this new job I didn't think that was a very logical idea so I just headed home. Once there I rifled through our cupboards and discovered that we had nothing!! I finally decided on a can of soup and began to cook it. (Yes, I use that term loosely... the only things I cook are things that I can't screw up!!)

As the soup was heating (probably a more accurate term) I went to sit down in the livingroom. It was then that the pregnancy neuroses hit me. We have animals, have for the four years we've lived there, and animals create fur. As a non-pregnant person this would only bother me about every month or so. So, since Danette comes every two weeks, SCORE for me... no vacuuming. (Yes, I'm lazy!!)

Tonight though the fur just began to eat at me. Everywhere I looked it was all I could see. I just couldn't take it any more. I went upstairs and got the vacuum (that I haven't used in ohh... 6 months) and swept up all the fur from the living room and the kitchen. Once it was finally clean I felt as if I could relax again.

I then sat down to eat my soup. At about 9:00 I realized that the baby apparently is not a big fan of soup. Or at least s/he does not think that it is a full meal. Since we literally have NO food in our house I pulled out the trusty cheese and peanutbutter crackers and had a couple of those to settle my stomach and then off to bed I went.