week in review

Can I just say that this was one loooonnngggg week? I still can't hardly believe it's Friday and I can finally exhale. We arrived home from work to find a care package from Adam's parents (baby clothes & some Valentine's goodies) AND my diploma! After working my ass off for 5 years, taking about 5 years off, finally finishing my last two classes a couple years back, putting of submitting my graduation application, battling with my so-called advisor on whether or not I had fulfilled my degree requirements, I officially have a degree in Bachelors of Business Administration with an emphasis in Accounting. All would be grand if Honey weren't currently caccooned on the couch with a fever of 101.

Last night I gave my feet a good soaking. I realized at about 3:00 in the afternoon that my left foot was incredibly swollen. So much so that it didn't fit into my slip-ons anymore & hung off the edge of my shoe by about a 1/2 inch. Yes, I have officially entered into the uncomfortable phase of pregnancy. Other than that, I was having a decent day. Until I dropped my Country Home into my tub of water, and it pretty much went downhill from there.

What did give me a good laugh this week? Getting the bill for a Fitness magazine subscription. See, Honey decided to enter us into the Publisher's Clearing House win-$5000-a-week-for-life contest. To do so, they of course try to get you to buy various subscriptions. (did anyone else collect the PCH magazine stamps when they were a kid? I used to hoard them.) Anyway, Honey had to uncheck all the boxes so he could just enter the contest & not wind up with a hundred subscriptions. So when we got the bill for Fitness magazine (one of the most unlikely magazines you will ever find in our household), I about peed my pants from laughing so hard. He said ~ one must have slipped by me! Then yesterday, he received a package for 3 children books. Looks like he missed more than one box....and signed up for a children's book membership in the process. Good thing we're having a kid.

Today I made the very difficult decision to go back on zoloft. I tried really hard to make it through my entire pregnancy, to give my baby the best possible environment to grow in, but I just couldn't do it anymore. It has put too much of a strain on me, on Adam, on poor helpless Doodles, and on my family in general. My doctor assured me that my baby is fully developed, that she's just growing at this point. I still worried that it would put too much of a strain on her delicate little system or that she'd go through withdrawals after she's born, but as the nurse pointed out today, babies survive far worse traumas. I have to believe that this is the right choice for my family. What I've gone through in the past months have to be far worse on her than me being on medication for the remainder of my pregnancy. So, here's to me feeling better and bringing some peace back into my home. Honey, thank you for putting up with me all this time. Thank you for not leaving me when I screamed at you to. Thank you for not giving into me when I believed I wasn't fit to be a wife or a mother. I love you all the bits...plus one.

And finally, your requisite Doodles picture:

Play with me!

Mom ~ he's not playing with me!

gotta love that Doodles!

I am sorry, but is he not the most handsome dog you've ever seen? I know we're obsessed with him, but how could we not be??