I am so greatful that we are blessed with this little being growing inside of me but the side effects of pregnancy are CRAZY!!! The list of odd things going on is ever expanding: Boobs, belly, nausea and much much more... Last week was a great week but then my stress level went through the roof with work and my dads health, the nausea came back with a vengeance! I've only been able to drink apfelsaft schorle's (fuzzy water with a splash of apple juice, popular here in Germany) but suddenly I can't manage to keep that down either. Grrr
On to my irk of the week: Neighbors that show up without calling first at all hours of the freaking day. Mostly at night. This past week we have had a neighbor knock on our door after 7 pm three days in a row. I'm sure that this might sound like an unreasonable thing to get irked at but the evening is our down time, the time that Travis, Buddy and I get into our comfy clothes, cook dinner, hit the couch and melt together. This is OUR time and though we are excited for the pending birth of our munchkin, we don't have very many of these days left for just the three of us. The first night was for a favor, "Jack, can you curl my daughter's hair on Friday for the father daughter dance? I don't know how." This was too easy; of course I'll do it. The next day I came home from work because I didn't feel well. So at 1pm the dog and I head upstairs to take a nap. Thirty minutes later Buddy is barking his head off and I'm awake and irked... I ignore it and go back to sleep. Later that night... Its 730pm and the doorbell rings, "Jack, I saw that you came home early from work so I tried to come by and check on you. You didn't answer so I just came in, but I couldn't find you." YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT! You didn't answer so I just came in. ARE YOU SHITTING ME??? I didn't even know what to say, I just stood there with my mouth agape... crickets, crickets. Last night was just the routine, post father daughter dance drop in to show photos. Not as bad but still, I've already removed my bra, all you're getting is me peeking around the door.
So that begs the question: Where do you stand on unannounced visitors?
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