Well, when we got pregnant, YCU had a job. We were ahead of the bills. We were having fun planning our nursery, and picking out names. Not so much anymore. *sigh* He’s really beating himself up over this. And I hate that. This wasn’t really his fault. I don’t want him to self-flagellate. So, he’s been on the web, applying like crazy. They were really nice at work, and are letting me work as much as possible. Have to cut back on everything. No eating out for a long time. Probably little or no maternity leave. Busting and making the mortgage payment. All I can do.

In other news, I’m bustin’ out. Had to officially switch to maternity clothes. One girl at work is bringing me her scrubs. Another offered to bring me a carseat. I’ll take whatever I can get, at this point. People at work keep telling me I’m not showing at all. Well, they don’t see me in my regular clothes. And I think I felt him move several times this week. I also figured out the reason I was getting sick. I started blowing technicolor chunks this morning. I get a sinus infection every year around this time. I got a script for some antibiotics. Hopefully, I don’t get any sicker, cause now I can’t afford time off. Wish me luck.