Working 9-5! What a way to make a living!

More like working 7-7:30, as well as late nights for tours, and weekends is wearing me out. Maybe I was just too ambitious with our social calendar this week as well. Today was not enough rest to prep me to go back to work tomorrow. I think Sean is worn out too, I came home from classes to him sleeping on the couch, something he rarely does. On the belly button front, we are down to a thin line of demarcation my friends, only a minor indent on at the top.



I was not expecting my feet and ankles to swell so soon either, but after work they look like little puffy chubby baby feet or something. Additionally, I am having trouble adjusting to the fact that though I feel much like myself, I can no longer move like myself. So painfully noted as I jumped to grab a little girls balloon from the ceiling at the hospital the other day. As my O.B. laughed at me and said, "you may not hurt the baby, but you will definitely hurt yourself you know!"