I'm so sleepy

As I'm about to write this, I'm half awake. I hope it makes sense.
Brian and I haven't been up to much lately. We went to The Red Robin restaurant to eat for Valentine's Day and we only had to wait 45 minutes compared to other restaurants with a 2 hour wait. We both had a great dinner and I can't wait to go back so I don't have to cook.
Lately, I haven't been getting any sleep at all. I work late on Monday's and then go back to work at 9am on Tueday's and the rest of the week are day shifts. This week when I went into work on Tuesday, my boss asked me if something was wrong because I didn't look well I guess. I told her that I was just really tired and felt like I only got two hours of sleep. My boss told me to come in when I feel like it to make sure I do get plenty of rest and so I don't push myself so much. I told her to pinch me. I couldn't believe my boss just told me to make my own hours.

As my boss knows and some other people may know that I am the type of person that can not stand being late for work, even if it's 5 minutes, or I dislike the idea of not being productive. So all day Tuesday I didn't get much done because I thought only about my plush pillow waiting at home with a big comfy comforter to snuggle with. My boss knew I was "kicking" myself all day that I was tired but trying to get as much done as possible.

So, later in the evening when my boss, Cindy, returns from going around town to get errands done for the hotel, she said I have something for you because I just couldn't help myself. Cindy, then pulled out two of the cutest shoes, two premie outfits, and two sets of hair bows. I couldn't believe she did that. Cindy said it's only the beginning because when Brian leaves for a week for work, she's having a baby shower for me. Ooooooh. If I decide to become a stay at home mom later, they are going to be so hard to leave. Great people. I told Brian about it and he couldn't believe it either.

Baby has been kicking and moving around a lot more and the nights are getting longer. I woke up at 3am on monday morning; not to the kicks of the baby or movement of her, but to the sound of possible dishes being broken? I hurried downstairs and sure enough, one of the cats is on the kitchen counter, again. I grabbed her and spanked her so hard because I was so tired and now it's going to take me forever to get back to sleep. I put her in the garage and she ended-up sneaking back in (I don't think I closed the door all the way). Then at 5:30am, I hear another crashing sound of dishes. By this time I'm heading downstairs and saying every name in the book possible. Same cat, but on the kitchen table and this time she tipped my beautiful flowers over that Brian got me and water is everywhere. I once again grabbed the cat and spanked her even harder this time and now she's in the carrier and locked in. She's not getting out this time.
Before I know it, alarm goes off and I can't get back to sleep. So I'm up all day until I have to be at work at 3pm-11pm. Ugh. So, Tuesday morning, I was a walking zombie. But if it comes to me waking up to the cats and not the baby in early a.m hours, something's not right. They will have to get used to sleeping in the garage at night.


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I got a new bedding set for baby. And I was so excited to find a bedding set that was moon and stars and not such a boyish look.

Daddy hard at work.

SuperBowl Sunday

This weekend I decided to go shopping for some new shirts for work. I'm finding that my current shirts are getting tighter by the week. Before I was pregnant, I had a hard time finding clothes that fit nicely because I'm either to pickey or the sleeves on the shirts are too short. So, I started my adventure at Target and I wasn't too excited to shop so I'm a little bummed already. I found about six shirts to try on and as I was trying them on as fast as possible to get out of the fitting room, because I didn't want to hear the tween's, a few stalls down with their "like oh my god's," "totally," "no way," speaking. I'm almost done with the shirts that are not fitting and I'm getting a little depressed that it's getting harder to find something decent for work. And then I hear from the tween's a few stalls down "Oh my god, this is soo not fitting me, I look like a big fat prego." I wanted to go over there and knock one of them in the head. So, I did find two nice shirts and they didn't really bum me out any further, I just needed to get out of there. I also found some other things that I want to go back for so it was a nice day aside from the tweeny girls in the fitting room with thier "valley girl" lingo and their fake british accents they were trying to do.

For Superbowl 43 we invited a few friends over for some dinner and games. On the menu for today is BBQ Pulled pork, BBQ Beans, 7-Layer Salad, and Apple Pie. I think it's going to be good, I cant' wait for everything to be done. The house smells so good.

I finally posted an up-dated picture of me and baby. Baby and I are doing great. She stills like to kick a lot at night. But, lately at work or just before I leave work I will have some pop and maybe a small cookie to wake her up and then get us through the afternoon. Then we can both sleep at night. Some days it doesn't work but the days it does work I love it. Then I can get some sleep.