Nate is listening to sad music right now while he's working on a project. It's making me think all these strange thoughts.
The baby and I are doing well. I'm 17 weeks 5 days today, and I can feel him moving all the time. I say "him" because it is grammatically correct when you don't know the gender of the person to which you are referring. We will more than likely find out whether we're having a boy or girl in about 3 weeks. I kinda want it to be a boy at this point since I know 12 other pregnant people and so far everyone seems to be having a girl. They're also stealing all the good girl names.
The other night while I was lying in bed I kept thinking of great things to write, but maybe they weren't really that great. Maybe I was just really sleepy. When you're really sleepy everything seems more than it really is. My ideas for writing seem better. Jokes seem funnier. Annoyances seem more horrible!
Last night I spent the first night away from my husband since we got married. There was a bad ice storm and I ended up getting stuck at my parents' house. It was too dangerous for Nate to try to drive all the way out there after he got off work at 10pm. He couldn't even get his truck up in our driveway so he parked on the street. Meanwhile, I slept on a couch in my parents' basement in borrowed pajamas. And Nate slept in our bed alone. I finally woke up around 12:30 this afternoon and drove home since the roads had been cleared. Nate was still in bed! After lolling around with him until 1:30, I had to get up and cook some breakfast and get ready for work.
Seriously, did the Cranberries write any happy songs????
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