The Weekend Update (and a discussion?)

Which isn't really an update at all.

Friday night I spent taking care of my friend's animals whose mother got into an accident and will most likely not make it. She left town in a hurry, leaving charge to her household to me until her brother in law could make it up. She's not a blogger or I'd link you to her, but if you could think some good wishes for the family, I'd appreciate it.

Saturday morning was kind of nice. Although I had to get up early to take care of the dogs and bird, being in a house with ~nothing~ to do is quite nice. I fed and walked dogs and then I kind of just sat around, flipping through tv. Terrible. I should have gotten back in my car early and made it back to my family, but heck, silence is just really, really nice.

Saturday around 1pm I made it back in town and put the kids to bed for nap and then I promptly fell asleep on the couch for 2 hours until they woke up. No idea why I slept. Maybe it was because my husband totally took care of the house, everything was in it's perfect place. So what could I do? Sleep. Ahhhh yes.

Saturday night was a wedding. 2 wedding in 2 weeks. I love weddings. I love watching the groom's face as the bride comes down the aisle. Ahhh, all that pure love. The kids did fairly well. I was freezing as I wore a knee length dress and sandals, but the kids had tights and sweaters on. The reception was indoors but they didn't turn on the heat. It couldn't have been more than 45-50 degrees. Gotta love colorado.

Now it's Sunday morning and I slept in. It was my day to get up, but hubby let me sleep. God bless that man. 9 months of sleeping until 8-830am will make up for the months of sleep deprivation I'll have from breastfeeding. Totally fair.

I'm not doing shit today. Except take care of kids, cook and do a little laundry. Other than that, I'm chillin'. This week will be the first full week since 2 straight weeks of 2 day workweeks. It's going to suck.

Oh, and in slight baby news, I'm ~finally~ feeling the kicks all the time. It really just started this weekend. Damn anterior placentas!! I'm lucky as all for even getting to feel anything at all, but a full month later than the other two babies.

And now for the discussion... My friend in phoenix, who threw me the baby shower, doesn't ever want children. Okay, totally cool with me. But she finds pregnant bellies "disgusting" (her words) and just doesn't understand why pregnant women rub their bellies.

While battling IF, this bugged the shit out of me too. Why must the bellies have to be rubbed? Well, I knew I did it too, as most pregnant women do, so I tried to explain. I gave some from-the-ass explanation as how it's bonding with the baby and I'm not rubbing my belly, I'm giving my love to my unborn. Sounded good at the time. But then I realized ... You know when you have a zit or such you just can't fucking leave alone? It's protruding from your body and it's not supposed to be there. It grabs your attention and you unconsciously touch it. Well, for me at least, I think being pregnant is much of the same thing. It just sticks out and like a zit, I can't ~not~ touch it.