TIME FLIES WHEN YOU'RE HAVING NO FUN

I hate that my posts are so sporadic.

I hate even more that I still have very little to say.

I hate the most that I have no idea how I am going to remedy this.

Let me start here: I hadn't been blogging much because of my ongoing sickness. When I wasn't at work, all I wanted to do was crawl into bed. I've been on Zofran for the last week or so and therefore I am feeling a little better, but there's been a new excuse for why I haven't been blogging.

Work.

It is so exhausting these days. I handle all of the accounts for the State of Massachusetts, and next Thursday June 30th is the end of the fiscal year for the state. About three to four weeks ago, all of these clients (and there are many - hundreds, even) started calling in a panic, racing to order their furniture while they still had a budget. So I was extremely busy then. Now, though, it is even worse, because all of this furniture that they ordered needs to be 100% delivered and installed completely before next Thursday, which is a bit trickier. I only have a certain number of installers, and they can only be in three places at one time (ha!). They are being asked to do about twice that amount of work. By me. It is chaotic. Last night I didn't get home until 9:30PM, and tonight it was 8:00PM. Not the way I want to be treating my pregnant body - I am so damn tired. I was talking to my belly driving home from the city last night, apologizing to my unborn child and asking it to "hang in there" with me for just a few more business days.

Boy, am I glad I decided to take the week of the 4th of July as a vacation week!

It is to my benefit to do all this extra work and all these extra hours right now, as I am entitled to a bonus based on how much furniture gets billed before the end of the quarter. This bonus is only paid out twice a year - so if I keep plugging away for the next 5 business days and get everything done that I need to, I should be getting a nice fat check in a couple of weeks for this quarter AND last quarter. Which I definitely could use right now!

But I am tired.

But it is almost over. And then I will be on vacation for a week. Ahhh....

When I got home last night, utterly exhausted, I walked straight in to the house and climbed into bed. I was watching a re-run of "Law and Order SVU" and just lying there, rubbing my belly, when I felt something. I moved my hand around a little bit until I found the spot where I felt it, and there it was.

Movement. Constant movement. The baby!

I called Anthony to come upstairs and he tried to see if he could feel anything, but he couldn't. I think it bummed him out that I could feel the baby and he could not. I assured him that in a couple of months he'd be able to feel the kicks.

I stayed there, for the next twenty minutes, completely consumed with feeling my little baby moving around inside of me. It was without a doubt the craziest thing.

"I'm sorry I worked so late tonight, baby," I whispered to my belly. "I'll take care of you better really soon, I promise."

With that I drifted off to sleep, and I am pretty sure I had a huge grin on my face.