In an effort to expidite getting me out of bed this morning, my extremely intelligent, sensitive (but manly) husband came up with a brilliant idea this morning.
He nuked my sweats.
Yes, that's right.
I was complaining that it was too *bloody cold to get out of bed so being the problem solver that he is, Dug grabbed a pair of my sweats and stuck them in the microwave. He then delivered them to my bed allowing me to get up with out going into hypothermic shock.
I should also mention that he brings me cereal in bed almost every morning because I feel too pukey if I get up before eating. (I tried soda crackers but there is just something undesireable about putting nasty dry crackers into already nasty morning mouth.)
So, in other words, my husband rocks!!! (Try to contain your jealousy.)
In other news, I went to my first OB appointment on Tuesday and got to hear BabyDub3's heart beat for the first time!!! Since I am still pretty early (then: 9 weeks, 5 days) it took her, the Doctor, quite awhile to find but she kept trying and I got to hear it along with Dug and my mom!!! It's always nice to know all the freakish symptoms and side affects aren't just imaginary.
My due date is May 10th!!! Hooray for BABY!!!
P.S. A small amount of thread in my sweats melted so be careful how long you microwave your clothes.
*Yes. I say "bloody". Since all the american swear words are off limits to me and Dug wont let me swear in German, I'm forced cuss like a Brit. Which really isn't cussing in my opinion. Because I'm not a Brit. Right? Right! Glad we all agree.