I don't expect any sympathy for feeling rather ho-hum after a whole day in my pajamas. But I must say that I'm ready to call it a day and move on to tomorrow. And it's like 8:15.
It took me until almost 10:30 this morning to bribe myself out of bed. I've been waking up with headaches lately which puts me in a really awesome mood first thing. I did manage to have one selfless, maternal moment though, in which I scarfed a bowl of cereal-even though it was nearly lunchtime already-for the baby's sake. Anyway, my whole day remained out of sorts. I shook the headache for a brief two hour window with the help of tylenol and seven or eight glasses of water, so basically I've spent most of the day peeing. When a Wife Swap rerun you've already seen is the most interesting part of your day, you know it's a good one.
I guess it's not really my fault I never got dressed - although I did shower and put my pajamas back on-I don't have any pants that fit me. I'm hoping to remedy that tomorrow with a big maternity pants shopping expedition...I'll let you know how that works out.