Work has been simply heinous. Seriously. I was fired last week, then unfired, but still subjected to a week of emotional torture. So here I am, patiently biding my time until T-Rex is born, and then we'll be evaluating our long-term options.
So between that and frantically turning the house from a construction zone into a habitable and hospitable abode for three guests, family and friends in town and baby showers and all of that, I am physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted.
A few pics from the baby shower to tide you over until I can summon the energy to write an actual post:
|Pretend I'm not in this picture, because I look awful.|
But look how happy the DDH is!
|Card envelope and wrapping paper handmade by the |
DDH's aunt, who is disgustingly crafty.
|Me with the hostesses, my MIL and |
|The DDH and I with our haul.|
He'll be very well-dressed. But really, I still need a carseat....
(The title translates, "We're taking a small break now." One of the coordinators of my study abroad program, a charming older British woman, said this all the time: for rest stops on bus trips, during orientation classes, whatever. Just imagine a high-pitched older woman's voice saying it in impeccable yet distinctively British-accented German. You can't possibly imagine it correctly. It was awesome.)