I've had this insane roller coaster of emotion weekend. I wrote this overly dramatic post about my health insurance on Friday, but then I decided not to post it. Long story short, my husband's company is switching insurance companies 2 weeks before my due date. When I realized that my doctor and hospital might not be covered by the new company, I had an emotional breakdown. I fought back tears all evening.
The next morning I found out that my good friend C had her baby! I am so excited for her, but it really drove home the fact that I only have 2 months left until I deliver this baby. On a certain level, I feel ready. I mean, I already have 2 crazy little monkeys to care for. How much harder could 3 kids really be? But on the other hands, I feel completely overwhelmed by the concept. I haven't cared for a baby in years.
Saturday night we watched my friend C's daughter. It was our first official sleepover. The kids were beyond excited. They went to bed a little late (as I expected), but they were actually really good. However, Porgie is just getting over a cold and she is still coughing at night. I guess my paranoia that Porgie would wake her little friend got the best of me, because I woke up at every little cough and clearing of the throat. I got up exhausted.
Sunday was Father's day, and my husband seemed to be in a bad mood. Couple that with the fact that I was feeling all hormonal about nothing, and you have a recipe for a bad day. I tried to keep it together for John, but I felt like I was on the verge of tears for most of the day.
Today I plan on sticking close to home and getting some stuff done on my "to-do list." I think that might make me feel a little better. I need to kick this funky feeling in the ass.