You know when you see a little kid who hasn't taken their nap at a supermarket and they kicking and screaming and just completely inconsolable? That's a meltdown. And I am not ashamed to admit that was what I had this morning.
You see, since I got pregnant, there are two things I do NOT do well without: Sleep and food. And when I go without one of them, I (stupidly) eliminate the other as a form of protest, which leaves me feeling worse than before. Luckily for me, my wonderful, amazing, thoughtful Mr. D had created a fully loaded hot breakfast for me when I came downstairs, of scrambled eggs/cheese/tomatoes and toast with peanut butter....heaven.
I love that man so much. I cried again and I am tearing up just thinking about it again. He's already the best husband and is going to make the most wonderful father.
The video camera is charged, and 40 blue or pink cupcakes are just waiting at home to be frosted white and delivered post-doctor's appointment. Get excited (and don't be shy), baby, your big day has finally arrived!