So at 5:00 this morning I woke up to two unpleasant sensations. First was ice cold two year old feet on my back. Second was the ever present hunger/nausea associated with making Little Bean. I tried really hard to ignore both, but soon Peanut began trying to stick her little feet down the back of my pants to warm them up. Ever since we put her in a toddler bed she has been migrating to our bed between 5:30 and 7 each morning. I have never regretted moving a child from their crib so much.
The weird putting her feet in the back of my pants to warm them up thing is a new trick of hers. She has been doing it for a few days, and really, I would have thought she'd stop by now since she gets in trouble every time she does it. But, no. She's gonna push this one on me for awhile. Bully for me. Why don't they ever do things like this to Aaron?
It was clear there would be no more sleeping for me this morning, so we got up and had some mini bagels with cream cheese. A half an hour later I was still sick, so I had half a pineapple (it was tiny. though I have been known to eat half a large pineapple...). A half an hour after that I still felt sick, so I had to get up and make the breakfast that I should have in the first place - one with nausea halting protein. Duh. So now I have eaten my egg and lo and behold I finally feel normal.
Oh and to further prove that I am a hormonal freak, I was reading this blog which mentioned this special. Since my local PBS station rarely has the really good programming I checked, prepared to be disappointed. However, I was thrilled to find that they will be playing all six days of it. I was so thrilled, in fact, that I cried.
And yesterday I was so irritated with Aaron for something so inconsequential that I won't repeat it here and I didn't talk to him all day. Oh yeah, the irrational meter is at its highest. Thanks goodness he found it more funny and cute than irritating.
Yes, folks. This is gonna be a peachy nine months.