If you want to see grumpy, come on over.
I spent yesterday from 4:30-8 pm having wonderful contractions. About every 7-16 minutes... lasting 1 min. +... I had "people" called to take care of children. I had dinner made for the kids. I had called my husband to come home-which he IGNORED until I called him back and ripped him an absolute new one around 7:15. I EVEN packed my bag. Then? Then? THEN? NO-THING.......... Zip, zilch, nadda, zero, squat....
Hence the grumpy....
I went to K*ohls and used my $10 Ko*hls cash.
I walked blocks and blocks in the pitch black darkness.
I walked up to UDF and got JW a soft serve frozen yogurt and walked it home to him.
Then I walked some more until something popped in my hamstring and hurt like the dickens and then I limped home and got into my pj's and went to... well I was going to say bed but since I haven't slept in my bed for over 6 weeks... I really went to couch. The couch is forming a large dent where my large rump has been.
Then I slept for a while still doing nothing.
Then I read for a while.... get the picture?
I really wanted to be eating some crappy hospital breakfast food this morning.
On a funny note, last week Sarah asked in her very monotone voice...
"When the baby stops eating off your stomach, can I be the first one to feed it a bottle?"
Um... it's my chest that it eats milk from, but yes, you can be the first one to feed it a bottle.