Today was such a busy day, it began with an early (like, 8 a.m.) drive out of the city to NJ, where Mano needed to finish up staining his dad's deck. With only a few hours to finish the job and head back into the city for Mano to be at work at 3, I felt totally obligated to help him. I knew if he didn't have an extra set of hands than it wouldn't get done.
So we painted and painted and painted. With 30 minutes left before we had to leave, I jumped in the pool to cool off, and then hopped into the car to head back to the city. Now at home, I looked in the fridge... Absolutely nothing but some milk and Brita water. Sad. I needed to get to the grocery store, a.s.a.p. No shower, just a quick change of clothes and a loose ponytail, and Gabe and I were back out of the house, heading to get groceries.
"Lord," I prayed on the way to KeyFood, "Please let there be a parking spot outside the store. If there isn't, I may just lose my mind." (Imp. to note: Parking lots are a rare luxury here, and a gem when one is found. My KeyFood does not have one, sadly. There is a PathMark just a few more miles away that has a parking lot, but I have come to truly love KeyFood and the fact that I know where everything is, down to the minced garlic and kosher salt.) So anyway I drive up and THERE IS A SPOT! "Thank you Lord," I say under my breath.
Gabe and I spent over an hour in there, stocking up on veggies, fruits, meats, breads, basically anything you can imagine. My goal was to spend no more than $200 buckaroos, and I almost succeeded. $204. Success! And a full refrigerator!
So to make (another) long story short, I once again prayed for a parking spot in front of our apartment. "Please... I gotta get these groceries on my own... I have Gabe... Please... Lettherebeaspotinfrontoftheapartment!" YES! Thank you!!!!
Unload. Make a quick dinner for Gabe and me. Bathe him. Put him to bed. Clean the kitchen. Shower up. Tidy the room. Ahhh... Stef-time. 9:25 p.m. on a Friday night, relaxing with my PJ's on, feet propped up and... Crazy contractions. This little baby is dancing the waltz and my womb is hardening, then softening... Hardening, ouch that kind of hurts, okay softening again. I don't recall Braxton-Hicks with Gabe, but then again he would have graduated college in utero if he had his way. I hope she is a go-getter, as in a "get me outta here" sort of way.
I am getting more and more excited for the fam to roll into town and for her to meet the family waiting anxiously for her arrival. She is going to be so loved. On that note, we are:
THIRTY WEEKS DOWN! TEN TO GO!
P.S. On a side note, I gained 3 pounds in 3 weeks and am totally stressing. I was supposed to have a doctor's appointment today but didn't want a lecture from my ob/gyn so I rescheduled for next Friday and am giving myself the week to lose the weight... I wish I could stick my thyroid on a treadmill while I just sat back and relaxed but that would be kind of gross. I am upping the water intake and slowing the food intake... I heard the awful hunger pains subside after 20 minutes anyway. Here's hoping.
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