Not that last week was truly horrible, it had it's up and down moments for sure. And I know that some people I love had an even worse week, with things ranging from asthma attacks to the death of a parent. Since I hate seeing the people I love go through tough times, all I could do was pray for them.
Comparatively, my week of relative blah-ness was not as bad. It was more the nebbishy effects of pregnancy making me feel tired/crabby/huge/uncomfortable, and thus, taking some of the bounce out of my step. Thankfully, I had a quiet, restful weekend, spent some quality time with both sets of parents today, and feel like tomorrow, I will feel a little more in touch with the world!
Tomorrow, I will be 30 weeks along- almost there! This little man has been squirming and kicking and pretty much making his presence known! PJ's kicks keep me going, and always make me smile, I guess it was designed that way because otherwise, there would be no incentive to feeling like this! ;-) Well, other then having a healthy son in the end, of course! That's what I keep telling myself when the heartburn sets in!
For now, it's time to take my cranky butt to bed, and wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed for the new week ahead!!