Annabella now says "uh oh". The "uh" is squeaked out, and the "oh" is longer and very drawn out. Like multiple seconds drawn out. Jason and I laugh every time we hear it because it's just so darn cute.
She's learning new things every day. And I'm constantly amazed at what she understands.
Jason is recovering nicely from surgery, which is good, as my patience is wearing thin. I'm good at being nursemaid when it's necessary, but not when it's just more convenient. Meaning, if he actually needs help doing something, regardless of what it is, then I will happily do it. But if he wants me to do something for him because it's easier for me to do it than for him to do it, then I get annoyed but do it anyway. I understand that it takes him longer to do each thing and that it makes more sense for me to do each individual task, but that argument breaks down when you look at the sum total of tasks. And he's getting more and more capable with each passing day. Thankfully, after finally telling him that I was going to lose my mind, he's stepped up and is doing a lot more. Which is honestly good for both of us. Really, I needed the help, and he needed the activity. So win-win.
And when I say I needed the help, I really needed the help. Pregnancy is kicking my butt. I am bone tired, and most days feel like a struggle. On top of that, I am and have been sick for the last week or so. My throat is hurty and scratchy, and I've lost my voice. Trying to talk actually hurts. (I know I owe a bunch of people phone calls...so if you're waiting for one, I'm sorry! I'll hopefully remember to call when my voice is back.) And Annabella has been sick too, which means she is in a terrible mood at the end of the day and really does not want me to put her down. And then she's waking up more in the night as well, which means finding rest is even harder. So I'm honestly really struggling to take care of myself right now. Normally this would be no big deal and I could accept it as just part of being a mom, but taking care of myself is suddenly more important again because while I'm carrying BG2, taking care of myself is taking care of them. So on top of just not having the luxury to take care of myself and get the rest I need, I also am feeling a fair amount of guilt about it.
But the good news is that Jason should be off crutches in 1 more week! And he's able to do so much more than even 1 week ago. So I can definitely see the light at the end of the tunnel. Just a little more ways to go.