Headed home from work at noon yesterday, even though my doctor's appointment wasn't until 2. When I got home, M had just managed to get the baby down for a nap, so I heated up some leftover pizza for lunch, he and I chatted a bit while we ate, and then I hopped in the shower for a quick scrub. 

Appointment went fine. It's too early to know the sex, and too early for really much of anything interesting to happen, so it was mostly just "yup, there's still a fetus in there." Next appointment is the beginning of July, and they gave me a referral to the high-risk doc so we can schedule the amnio once I'm at 15 weeks, and that was it. 

Poor Kate was very worried for me the entire visit. As soon as I got up on the exam table she started crying, probably because the exam table at the pediatrician is where she gets her shots and those are the worst thing on the planet and how dare you hurt mommy. Many snoogles were given afterward to assure her that I was fine. 

M had had a bad night's sleep, so he went to bed almost as soon as we got home. I made dinner for the baby and played with her a bit, but her nap had been short and she was a bit grumpy. I tried to get her to go to bed early, but her internal clock is basically atomic with its accuracy, and if you put her in bed a second before 8pm she will absolutely not have it. As soon as it hit 8, she flopped over on her belly, pulled the blankets around her, huffed at me, and went to sleep.

Since I'd been up so early, I was basically a zombie at that point. I tried to relax a bit on the couch, but I was so tired that I couldn't get comfortable, and I just gave in and went to bed. Slept mostly through the night except for a few wakes here and there, but I was determined to get as much sleep as possible. Body tried to wake up at 5 again, but I really wanted that extra hour and a half.

M was awake when my alarm went off, and he hadn't been in bed most of the night, so he's going to have a rough day today, I tell you what.

5AM wakeup was a success this morning! I hit snooze only twice, too, and managed to be out of bed by 5:20-ish, and in the kitchen by 5:40 to start on dishes. 

I had vastly underestimated how long the dishes were going to take, because I ended up spending two entire hours working on the dish pile, and my drying setup spread to every counter I had available. Yeesh. But they are done! I don't have to think about them again! Now if I can just maintain. 

Baby woke up at 7:30, which is usually exactly when I'm walking out the door, but I had planned to go in a little late today because M had a job interview at 9, so I got the baby up, we had some morning cuddles, and I made her a couple of eggs for breakfast. M was up not long after so he could get ready.

Since I had the time, I ironed a dress and undershirt for work. While M was having his interview, I took the baby into our bedroom so there'd be two closed doors between us to muffle any noises. She had a grand time exploring the big room she never gets to go in, and I finally got around to unpacking my petticoat suitcase from the Navasota trip. Yeah, it was four months ago, I'm really bad at unpacking.

Once the interview was over, I dressed and got ready to head out. Then I discovered that we have ants, because they were crawling all over the baby's bowl of eggs that she'd left on the windowsill. I cleaned up the bowl and made her a new batch of eggs, but somewhere along the way she realized that I was getting ready to leave, because she became very clingy. She flung herself into my arms and laid her head on my shoulder while giving me sad little sniffles. Very sweet. Very hard to go to work when she does that.

Put in a Sam's order for pickup this afternoon. M agreed to pizzas for dinner so I didn't have to cook after such an early morning, which I'm quite pleased about. Hoping for a quiet evening tonight.

Took an unexpected day off of work yesterday. Both M and I had slept horribly the night before - I had gone to bed at 8, completely exhausted and in pain from fatigue, and then woken up at 2AM unable to get back to sleep. M, well, his sleep schedule is borked anyway.

And then the baby woke up at 6:30AM for some reason. I got her up, we brushed teeth together, and then morning sickness got me and got me hard. After I was recovered and washed up from that (during which the baby brought me her bath toys, which was very sweet), I fed her some breakfast and intended to get her ready for M to take over. He stumbled out of the bedroom and begged me to stay home so he could catch up on sleep (he'd only gotten to sleep a couple of hours before), so that's what I did.

Baby was mostly well behaved. At some point I got irrationally angry at the playpen for existing and taking up space, so I decided to go ahead and take it down. It's now stowed away in the closet for future use, and I feel like our living room has doubled in size and I can breathe again. 

The new router arrived in the morning, so I was able to get it set up and our internet finally running again, which was a huge relief. The baby has her cartoons back, and I can stream my nonsense without having to put up with watching stuff on my phone, which I hate doing.

Baby fought her nap intensely, and even though she was up at the crack of dawn, she did not want to sleep at all during the day. I finally was able to get her down around 1:30, and she was asleep just long enough for me to make a late lunch of tea sandwiches and caprese salad, before she was up again and ready to go. 

I was exhausted and fading hard, and while she didn't nap again, she did go down at her normal bedtime with minimal fuss, thank Zod. M went out and got us a couple of burgers for a late dinner, and I did the cat chores before collapsing into bed. 

Woke up at my normal time today and did about 10 minutes worth of dish cleaning before work. Not enough to knock it all out, but I did get one of the larger stacks squared away. Final push to get them all done will happen this weekend so I don't have to think about them anymore. No other goals for the weekend, I really just want to relax and have an easy time of it after this week's been so rough.

Long weekend ended up being one of mostly chores. Saturday we had an anticipated delivery of the baby's new toys and furniture, so I spent the morning tidying up, sweeping, and vacuuming the living room. M went out and did several loads of laundry and didn't come home until very late, around 3AM. 

I spent a good chunk of the morning attempting to make Italian pot roast. There was a lot of chopping and searing and frying, for what in the end turned out to be a rather mediocre dish that neither M nor I really liked. Blah. At least the baby ate it happily, so she ended up getting most of it. I did, however, make excellent mashed potatoes, so that's something at least. 

Delivery arrived in the late afternoon, so baby and I spent the rest of the day playing with her new stuff. She now has a little lounge chair that is very wee and cute, a set of mangetiles, which were highly recommended online for her age group and which have become her new favorite thing, so thanks internet, and a set of Color Wonder markers and papers so she can draw without making a mess everywhere. All three items were a hit, so hooray!

Sunday I spent the morning folding all the clean clothes, which had been left in the living room and were taking up half the free space. GAH. I felt rather accomplished afterward, because last time we did laundry the clean clothes ended up living in their hampers for weeks and weeks. 

Put on a marathon of Ghibli movies for the rest of the day. I was having a lot of stomach problems, because surprise, my anti-nausea meds can also cause constipation. I was in agony a good chunk of the day just trying to go. Thankfully, I don't seem to need my nausea meds as much now, so hopefully I don't have to deal with all that nonsense again.

Monday was not a good day. I had been looking forward to making myself some tea sandwiches for breakfast, only to discover that my dill had completely disappeared. I was feeling a little claustrophobic because of all the stuff in the living room, so I decided to tackle refilling the rice dispenser so I could get the 20lb bag out of the way. This, of course, all went sideways, when I lost my grip on the refilled dispenser as I was trying to lift it back into the pantry, and several pounds of rice came pouring out of the top. -_- 

So, I ended up having to take apart quite a bit of the pantry to sweep up all the spilled rice, then try and put everything back in a way that it all fit correctly, which ate up most of the rest of the morning. 

M finally woke up just as I was finishing all of that and the baby's naptime was rolling around. And she FOUGHT that nap with every scream and sob her little body could muster. It took a good hour to get her to calm down, and by then she was so exhausted from fighting that she just passed out.

With her down, I made a grocery run to pick up some dill, eggs, and fruit. It started to rain just as I got to the store, and by the time I was finished shopping it was pouring hard and I had to load up the car in the rain. 

By the time I was home, it was mid-afternoon and I was hungry and frustrated. I finally made my sandwiches, which helped a little, but I still felt low. 

It rained all the rest of the day, a lovely rumbly storm with drenching rains and rolling thunder. At least that part of the day was very pleasant. Then we had one VERY close lighting strike/thunderclap, which killed our internet, so no TV for the rest of the night, which the baby did not like at all. She kept bringing me the remote and then pointing at the TV. 

Of course, being already in a bad mood, she then decided to be screamy and obstinate about her dinner, and it was the last straw and I broke down in tears. And that was the end of my night. 

Very glad that we picked up bagels in our last grocery order, because they are sure hitting the spot right now. Baby got introduced to bagels with cream cheese, which she is now very much all about and tries to steal from me. 

I had planned a scrounge dinner of whatever was accessible and easy in the house, but M requested we get pizza, so that's what we did. That will hopefully keep us going for a couple of days, too. 

Finally had the chance to pick up my anti-nausea medication. It worked immediately, which was a huge relief. I am looking forward to not feeling constantly sick.

M had to work late, and the poor baby was so tired. Since we have no second place for her to sleep anymore, we just had to wait until he had to log off (their submission thingy shuts off at 9pm, so he can't work past then.) She was so tired that she just passed out as soon as she was in her crib. 

I went to bed as soon as she was down, but had a terrible night full of awful dreams. Dreamt that I was at my parent's house and started having a miscarriage, and I was covered in blood and begging them to take me to the hospital and they just kept yelling at me that it was my fault and refusing to help. I felt so horrible from it that it actually woke me up, and I had a hard time getting back to sleep afterward. 

Alarm went off at 6:30, got up, ironed a dress for work, made the baby's breakfast, and headed out. I'm hoping today is just...quiet. 

Work brought in an ice cream food truck on Friday as part of employee appreciation week. It was from a local place called Melt, and HOO that was some good ice cream. I will have to visit their actual shop sometime. They have take-home pints for $10, which is astronomical, but damn was it good.

Saturday was quiet and lonely. M went to a friend's house to watch the fights, and I was at home with the baby all day. I was feeling melancholy, but at least the baby was in fine spirits, even if she did ferociously fight her nap. 

For some reason, Sunday was a rough day. Everything that could go wrong, did, and everyone was in a bad mood. I spent most of the day cleaning. The baby refused to eat anything I gave her and she became very hangry. Tibby peed in the kitchen and I didn't see it and stepped directly in it. -_- 

The new internet equipment came in, and it wouldn't connect the router, so I had to spend some quality time with Support. Once that was dealt with, I turned the hot water back on and attacked the kitchen. It took me the better part of two hours, but the stupid thing is finally squared away, all the dishes are done, every counter is scrubbed, and all the stupid things with stupid faces are in their stupid cupboards. 

We caught the 6:30 showing of "Sinners". Very good movie, do recommend. There are two post-credits scenes, stay for at least the first one. 

It had started raining just as we got to the theatre, and apparently while we were watching the movie there was a tornado outbreak. ~shrugs~ Had a few to the west of us and to the south of us, but nothing directly in our area. We got some very heavy rain, which was still going when we left the movie.

Three-day weekend coming up, thank Zod. M is taking vacation that week and the following one, so maybe his mood will even out a bit, though I'm sure his sleep schedule will get considerably worse. 

I realized over the weekend that I no longer enjoy our living space. Besides the maintenance problems, we just don't have enough space, and it's really starting to wear on me. When I got home from work on Friday, the baby was throwing a tantrum and M had put her in her pack and play to calm down, but when I went to check on her she'd managed to climb out of it. So, no more dedicated napping space, which means that we're going to have to rearrange the whole house - M's computer and work desk will come out to the living room, my sewing corner will get packed up and put into storage, and the office/baby room will just become a dedicated baby room. 

We had discussed how we'd have to do this eventually, but M doesn't want to do it until the AC is fixed because even though his tower is water cooled, it still puts of a TON of heat, and the living room is the only room that we haven't shoved a window unit into. Right now it's tolerable if you sit directly in front of a fan and don't move too much, but once temps really start to fry us, then it will become practically unlivable. 

The baby's playpen takes up a huge chunk of the living room. I want to get rid of it, since she barely uses it anyway, and I don't think she even wants it there because she pushes the damned thing all over the living room to get it out of her way. I want to just get her some baby furniture like a little table and chairs so she has a place to eat, and a little armchair or lounger, but M vetoed that idea because she has taken to throwing her food around when she gets bored with it, and he wants it contained in the playpen. -_-

We need more space, more rooms, a bigger kitchen, more storage, and we're about to add another human into the mix. I feel claustrophobic. I can't wait until we can finally get our house.

It was already 80 degrees when I woke up yesterday morning, bleh. By lunchtime it was 92, and I texted M begging off coming home for lunch since we still don't have AC in the car, and I knew I'd be a sweaty, disgusting mess by the time I got back to work. He didn't have anything going on at work that I needed to be there for, so I didn't have to brave the swelter until I actually left for the day.

It was 102 by the time I left at 4-ish. I made it to Labcorp with just enough time to give my samples before they closed, so that's finally taken care of. My arm feels a bit weak today.

Came home, house was hot, so it took quite some time to get the pulled pork finished up. Had to rest a lot, and make many trips to the bedroom to cool off in the AC there. But the pork was finally ready just before it was time to put the baby to bed. She went down with little fuss, which was nice, and I ate my weight in pork tacos, which I regretted, but it was worth it. 

Turned the hot water back on briefly so I could take a shower, then collapsed into bed. M was feeling super chatty, so I ended up staying awake too long. My brain automatically woke up at 6AM again, so I guess that's my new morning time. I lounged in bed for about half an hour before getting too bored and getting up.

Didn't bother trying to be productive this morning. I made the baby's breakfast plate and cleaned a handful of dishes, but it wasn't anything monumental and there's still a goddamn mountain of them taunting me. It's hard to clean with only cold water, so either tomorrow or Saturday I'm going to do a big push in the morning while it's cool, turn the hot water on for a little while, and get the kitchen cleared. M seems to think that paper plates will solve our dish problem, which, no, I cannot cook things on paper plates, but he's determined to give it a try. At least it will cut down on some of the clutter.

Grocery shopping this weekend, and then M and I are planning a date night for Sunday. We both want to see "Sinners", and it's been a minor epoch since we had a movie day together. It'll be nice to get out of the house together again.

Had the first OB appointment yesterday, and it went smoothly. Consented to all the testing for everything, and asked about doing the amnio as soon as possible. Have to be at least 15 weeks along for that, so still have to wait a while, but we'll get in there as soon as I'm eligible. 

Had the first ultrasound, and was surprised there were already limbs, as there was an arm sticking up to see. Still very blobular, though. 

Next appointment is in a month.

Record heat this week, with a predicted high of 102 tomorrow, and I am livid that we still don't have AC. Maintenance doesn't return my calls, but does returned M's, which is just UGH so typical. 

Had a weird spell at the end of the work day where I felt nauseous and my heart was racing. I scooted my way home as best I could, but I felt awful. 

Rested a bit when I got home. M went to get us a rotisserie chicken for dinner, and I cleaned a sink of dishes. He came home with waaaay too much food - a chicken, a tray of mac & cheese, some twice-baked potatoes, some risotto cakes, and some cheese puffs. We have plenty of leftovers for tonight, so at least that's something. 

Did a cleanout of the fridge and tossed a bunch of old stuff. Now it's visually apparent how low we are on everything, so there's a couple of shopping trips on order for the weekend. 

Going to try and do a push on getting chores done this weekend. My main annoyance is my ironing pile. It's been too hot to iron in the evenings when I get home, (and I always seem to feel the worst in the evenings, too) so the plan for tomorrow is to get up early enough that I can take advantage of the cool morning air, open all the windows, and iron everything in one go so I don't have to look at it anymore. I'm also hoping to get up early enough that I can finish it all before the baby wakes up around 8-8:30.

If I have any time left after that, it's going to be scrubbing down the bathroom, the kitchen, and the cat closets. The floors in the house need a good washing, but that's hard with the baby. If I'm lucky we might get that done while she's napping. We'll see how things go. Ironing is priority one.

After all the hubbub of the stupid logs died down at work, I was once again left with little to do. I occupied myself by reading Mrs. Beaton's advice about how to host balls and dinners. I found it interesting that, as a guest at a ball, it was advised that if you couldn't subtly get the host/hostess's attention when you were about to leave, that you should just ghost. Nothing's worse that a big fuss, it seems. (Also you were expected to pay a call in the week after the ball to express your gratitude for the evening, so you'd be seeing them again anyway.) It also basically said "what happens at the ball stays at the ball," or more specifically, that introductions in the ballroom did not extend into the real world, and anyone you meet at the party you are completely free to ignore if you see them on the street because ball introductions don't count.

Very hungry and very sick when I got home. M was also feeling sick, so we ignored the kitchen and ordered pizzas for dinner. Polished off another three episodes of Commons Side Effects, which leaves us with only three more for the season, which is a bummer. It's a really good show!

Taking a half day today so I can rest. Feeling worn thin and like the exhausted pigeon meme. Hopefully I'll get a little couch nap in while the baby is down today.