After returning home, all sweaty and bedraggled, and trying to take a quick nap, Mom and I went out to see Sex and the City. Mom has only seen one episode of the show, and she enjoyed the movie. She and I were both crying. I LOVED it. I was prepared to not like it, since I'd read some kind of "blah" reviews on it. But, I really did think it was fun. Although, I can't figure out how a pregnant Charlotte can possibly look so put together as a stay-at-home mother of a three year old.
So, after all that action, I can hardly function today. I've been telling everyone how great I feel right now. I don't have many pregnancy aches and pains all of a sudden. I don't feel overly sleepy. Apparently I only feel that way when I hang around and take it easy. Today my eyelids are at half-mast and I keep saying "Is it naptime yet?" I've tried to drink coffee, but feel to sleepy to try to lift that heavy mug. My mom is totally entertaining Becca while I lay on the couch moaning about how tired I am and counting down the minutes until naptime (currently 45). God, pretty soon I'll be feeling that sort of tired feeling 24 hours a day for months on end. Oh dear. At least I have a comedian to keep me laughing. Here is Becca "getting married" in my sheer swimsuit coverup sarong thing.