Recliner, work, Target, movies, cats and mice

Wow. What a crazy few days.

Brett and I got our recliner on Monday! YAY! We ordered a recliner in dark red microfiber from one of Brett's father's friends who he bowls with. The guy owns Anderson Furniture in Lafayette, and Brett's parents have ordered a lot of furniture through him. Nice guy, and he gave us a good price on the recliner. It arrived on Monday, and Brett's parents picked it up and brought it to our house that night. So exciting! And to top it off, it's already PAID FOR. Brett and his dad took it out of the box and...there was a stain on the foot rest. Ugh. I think it's oil or something. I thought about calling the guy today to ask him what we should do, but I really love having the chair here and I don't want to give it back! We're going to live with the stain. I figure we'll put enough stains on it during the life of the recliner.

I spent the entire day behind the computer. It's nice to have the work, but poor Sophia was lacking in attention today. I feel guilty because the TV was basically on the Disney Channel all day. Tomorrow, we go to story time at the library, so we'll have some quality time together. We had some good tickle time tonight too, so I hope we'll make up for me ignoring her all day.

Sophia and I went to Target today in the pouring down rain. Ugh. I hate going out in the pouring rain, but we had both been stuck inside all day, and I needed to get out. Sophia has started this annoying habit of taking her shoes and socks off in the car every time we go anywhere. It was especially annoying today, as I was outside her car door putting the socks and shoes back on her while my backside got soaked. I had to do a major biting of the tongue also. Oh the pregnancy horomones were raging. While I was putting shoes back on Sophia and searching for random socks in the back seat (all while my backside is getting wetter and wetter) a teenage girl who couldn't be a day over 17 says, "Maam, your door is hitting my car." Little did I know that my gargantuan pregnant body with diaper back attached was forcing the backseat door into her beautiful Honda. I stuck my head out the door, said I'm sorry, and continued to put Sophia's shoes on, unbuckle her, flash my hugely pregnant belly at the size 4 (in her Jimmy Choo rainboots), and run inside Target. Behind me I hear, "I just don't want my car scratched." Ugh. I just walked faster to burn the off the urge to key her car.

Sophia and I came home to a quick dinner, a severely stinky diaper, PJs and a movie. Have you ever seen "Brother Bear"? It's a Disney movie that came out, oh, a while back, when they were still doing hand-drawn animation. Cute movie. If you can't watch Bambie's mother die, then I would pass this one over. Sophia sat on my lap for an hour and a half while we watch the movie. We had some serious cuddle time. She kept poking my belly, as #2 kept kicking her. In-utero sibling rivalry.

I put Sophia to bed a little late due to the movie, gathered up the trash, and headed outside to put the trash can out. As I was coming up the driveway, I chased a big black cat out of the garage. Figured he must have been looking for the mice that used to live in there. I tried to close the garage door, but it went back up. Hmmm. I then discovered that a smaller tabby cat was in our garage searching for mice. I tried to chase the cat out and saw that it had found a dead mouse (that brings the count to 7 mice total now). Because of all the junk that is still in our garage, I couldn't get to the cat to coax it out. We ran back and forth for a good 15 minutes before it decided to run out of the garage. I really didn't want to deal with a meowing cat in the garage all night.

So it's been a full day. I'm discovering that my energy lasts about 12 hours now. I crash between about 6 and 7 at night. The brain keeps going, but the body is just not up to par. Baby #2 has decided to settle in my left hip bone this evening, so let's hope that sleep will come easily. I'm not to the point where the baby wakes me up at night when it moves, so I'm thankful for that. Though with recommendation from my sister, I may invest in some Tylenol PM in the next few weeks, as #2 will be getting bigger and more active in the wee hours. I just hope that the baby will get off of my sciatic nerve. My right rear cheek hurts like the dickens.

It's late. Story hour is early. I'm headed to bed.