I really hate to be one of "those" women who complain about pregnancy aches and pains. I know how fortunate I am to be pregnant, have a healthy pregnancy with an active, growing baby, and to be considered low-risk. That being said....third trimester insomnia is brutal. I don't think I had more than one hour of sleep last night. Every time I moved, T-Quad would start kicking me in my ribs. By the time 3am rolled around, my eyes were burning, my head was pounding, and I was so exhausted I was almost in tears. Fortunately, my midwife gave me the go-ahead to take a Tylenol PM on nights like last night (the only reason I didn't is because I had to wake up on the early side), so that's the current plan for tonight.
Will found out that he's (more or less) required to attend the military ball on March 16th. Also known as "Marisa will be 37 weeks pregnant" week. I don't want him to have to go alone-how lame would that be?-so I sucked it up and found an actually pretty/flattering/appropriate maternity formal gown. It's long, silver, and has kind of a Greek goddess feel to it. Hopefully I can pull it off.
I met Immaculee Ilibagiza at our church last week. It was...amazing, and that's not doing her justice at all. A post-including pictures of our meeting!-will follow in the next couple of days.
I can't remember if I mentioned this before, but Will and I became hooked on American Horror Story after we saw that it was available on Netflix. We LOVED the first season; I mean, really loved it (we're horror film/TV series addicts). The second season is just...meh. Entertaining but not as good as the first season.
I would also like to thank my husband for introducing me to the hilariousness-is that even a word?-that is Cracked. It satisfies my need for snark, quality writing and (occasionally) immature humor.
Trying to plan T-Quad's baptism is proving to be very stressful. Mainly because we have no idea when Will is going to be leaving for his month-long training in Washington state this summer. US Army, help me out here.
I am beyond excited/curious/anxious to find out who our next pope will be. Any guesses, readers?
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