Sunday, December 7, 2008

You're Pregnant, Not Handicapped!

Well folks, the honeymoon's over.  Mr. Wonderful has found his limits.  I asked for a peanut butter/banana sandwich yesterday and was told, rather politely, that I was 'pregnant, not handicapped'.  

Needless to say, I made my own sandwich yesterday, breakfast this morning and lunch later today.  I'm not completely helpless--I just find food tastes better when someone else makes it for you (it's a pleasant surprise when secret ingredients are added).  

In other news, I finally completed one full session of my prenatal yoga DVD today--while trying to poison myself and the babies.  I started our gas fireplace and didn't open the flue.  For those of you with gas fireplaces, you understand venting is necessary to release the carbon monoxide.  Needless to say, after venting the fireplace and airing out the room I finally got to finish the DVD.  

Just a typical weekend for Clan Donovan . . .

4 comments:

Amanda said...

No worries, every baby needs a little carbon monoxide to toughen them up. :)

Dave K. said...

Erika's disabled and gets her own d@*% sandwiches. I'm with Dave, get off your lazy butt Em :P

Meig said...

Sanwiches DO taste better when someone else makes them, especially peanut butter and banana sandwiches! I'm with you Em, maybe we should pool our resources and hire a highly attentive sandwich maker. ; )

Trish said...

Oh yeah... it doesn't last long. He'll come back around when you're in your 3rd trimester. We wanna see pics of your belly! Pick a door, and take a profile pic every month and post it! I loooove baby bellies!