Ok, so Jon and I just figured it out. PMS doesn't stop when you're pregnant. Apparently, I was a tad moody this weekend. Nothing seemed right. Poor Jon, being the wonderfully supportive and loving husband that he is repeatedly asked me what was wrong. The thing is, I wasn't aware that I was acting as if something was wrong. So naturally, I bit his head off. Poor guy. It was a tough weekend for him until late yesterday I read him a passage from one of my many pregnancy books and we both understood what was going on much better. Ooops...I kinda feel bad. He, of course was very understanding and wonderful and all is well now.
He's going to Vegas on Saturday for work. Notice I didn't say "he gets to go to Vegas..." Honestly, he'd rather work at the office instead of attending this annual conference. I think he's slightly crazy...I mean...heck, he gets put up at the Venetian, gets wined and dined at very fancy places each night and oh yeah, it's WARM THERE. He just sees it as a giant pain because of all of the work he'll need to catch up on when he gets back. I guess I can't blame him too much.
From tomorrow on, some of these posts may seem a bit boring to most of you. I may include a lot of unnecessary details. Here's why: my parents are taking their first trip EVER to Europe. They leave tonight and really, reading this blog will be the only way they can keep up with what's going on with us for two and a half weeks. And...since I talk to my mom at LEAST twice a day, it's going to be tough. So I told them I'd blog a lot. I know they're going to have a great time. I am SO excited that they are finally doing this.
Alright....well happy Monday and I'll post again soon.
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