Something  I have noticed about this week is how extreme it has been – I mean to say, I have been from one extreme to the other. One day I will feel exhausted and like I’m trapped in a world by myself, on the inside of myself, thinking about my pain. Some days, I am aware and I can do laundry and make a lasagna and get everyone taken care of before I pass out at 8:30 PM. Today, my stomach is ok and I don’t feel like hurling into the trashcan and I don’t have dreams about Saltines and Ginger ale. It probably means I’ll feel like crap tomorrow though.

So yes, as mentioned, the only things accomplished this week are a very tasty lasagna and I viewed the finale of More to Love. I wanted to write up an entire review but I don’t have it in me. Suffice to say I was happy with the guy’s choice and I hope they stay together. The main guy was boring all season but when he picked the girl, he acted like I had never seen him before. It was a magical transformation. Other than that, I am concentrating on taking things one day at a time.

Today, I am nine weeks. According to the Pregnancy.org calendar, the bean officially became a fetus on the 15th. Big strides.

Ash walked into the kitchen after work yesterday and began a sentence with, “I don’t want to blow your mind but…” And I thought he was going to flex his thighs again and brag about how much running has changed his body, the bastard. Because he knows how jealous I am of those three inches coming off his waist just from running three times a week and how I can’t exercise like that right now, etc… But he didn’t. The sentence ended, “… I think we should make Saturday morning a time to clean. I notice that because of the pregnancy you can’t really keep up and I feel like I ought to help.” My initial reaction was who stole my husband and who is this stranger?, because although Ash has a few chores – washing dishes if I cook and taking out the trash – he rarely, if ever, suggests cleaning. The days where he is motivated to tidy up are few and far between. So we’ll see how this goes. Don’t get me wrong: this is going to make my life much easier and I won’t feel all bogged down by the unfinished tasks. There’s so many things just lying around the house that irk me every single day. Maybe by Sunday, my house will look like we care about it… just a little.

It’s been a crappy rainy day and it’s finally time for me to head home. I foresee tea and an early bedtime.