This weekend, I actually growled at my husband “I want ice cream!” He promptly went out and bought me some. Heath Bar Crunch, to be exact. It was delicious, and I don’t regret it one bit. Well, maybe the part where I GROWLED at my husband.
This weekend, I spent over 3 hours on Babies R Us dot com, adding to my shopping cart every conceivable item that I would need for a baby. Everything from nursery decor to bottles to onesies. It totaled over $3,000, and $500 of that was shipping and handling. There’s something about fake shopping that’s so cathartic.
This weekend, I took a pregnancy test, because my period was more like 2 days of dark spotting. It was negative. I’ll take another one tomorrow, just for the hell of it.
This weekend, Paul and I adopted a kitten. My MIL had found him at her work, abandoned at 3 weeks old. She nursed him back to health, and now he’s ours. We named him Maxwell, and our 2 y.o. cat Kira is slowly warming up to him. I’m betting that they’re best friends within a week.
