more than you care to know about my weekend.

I'm not one to complain (yeah right)...but this BY FAR is the WORST pregnancy I've ever experienced.

I'm pretty sure my belly cannot get any bigger, and yet it probably will.

My back KILLS... and my hips...I didn't even know I had real hips,well now I do, they ache like no body's business...not that anyone wants to make it their business anyway.

I've been nothing short of an angel this week. Looking all cute when my husband comes home, greeting him with a smile, a kiss, and say; "take your shoes off and relax dear" kinda wife. So sweet of me, right?

Friday it all came to light when about 15 minutes before our friends Keith and Allison were supposed to arrive for our Chili/Season 1 of House bash, I was putting away some butter for the apple crisp I'd just finished putting together and CRASH! Glasses began pouring out of the cabinet in a seemingly slow motion and one by one crashed into the counter below. I swear it would've been perfect for a movie scene. Justin comes in and "kindly" asks what in the world happened. One of the pegs for the shelf came out and the shelf was off balance and when I placed the butter on it...and well you know. My apple crisp now had shards of glass in it, and there was glass everywhere. Allison texts that they were running late, so we had time for cleanup.

If you know Justin it sometimes takes him a lifetime to do a normal everyday task. It's like slow motion. I swear it takes him 15 minutes to pump gas.

Five minutes to prep for the gas pumping...put car into park, unbuckle seat belt, find wallet and extract credit card, slowly open door and get out.

Once out of the car another five minutes is spent opening the gas tank, swiping credit card, selecting gasoline of choice and ever so slowly inserting the pump into the tank and the gas pumping begins. Then he usually begins to inspect the car for possible defects or possible reasons to take a car in to get fixed.

The last five minutes are as the pump clicks off, he ever so carefully wiggles the pump to get every last drip out of the hose, puts the pump back, screws on the caps, retrieves his receipt, and gets back in the car to take an ETERNITY to put his credit card back, put on his seat belt, start the car and go.

Not that I'm complaining....I don't do that remember? I actually LOVE giving him a hard time about it...always makes us laugh.

I digress.

Back to the glass cleanup. Justin and I work on cleaning up, which takes him a half a year, I gotta give the guy the thorough award that's for sure. I went to work putting together another apple crisp and soon Keith and Allison arrived and while Justin army crawled around the kitchen I went to get the door. The evening ended up being a complete blast as we laughed the night away only getting through two episodes of House.

Saturday Justin went to a football game with Chad, and I decided in protest I'd rake the lawn. That would show him. I'm not sure what it would show him, but something.

Well, I learned that mostly it showed ME that I'm a moron. My body killed the rest of the day, and Justin mocked, yes, MOCKED my leaf piles. Excuse me but I had two (what I thought) rather large piles, and I filled our Lawn receptacle full.

When it comes down to it, I miss my husband. He's been working his tail off lately... working 10 hour days, and while he normally has Fridays off he hasn't in about a month, and a few weeks ago he worked Saturday too! Being an overly emotional pregnant woman doesn't help matters, but our time together has been pretty minimal and I'm growing anxious about having a needy newborn in the house soon.

my point:
I'm a meanie. I love you Just.