Hangover + period = uggghhhhhhh. I got next to no sleep because the room was spinning and my stomach was upset. I knew my period was coming, so I suspected some of it was that, but I couldn’t really separate the two. Now I just feel crappy. Blech. I never used to get hangovers, before I got pregnant. This is bullshit! Hmph. (The cramps and general icky-ness of AF I am too well aquainted with.)

Yesterday while the men played horseshoes I held BabyH for a while, shifting her around from arm to arm, bouncing her and chatting to her while she watched with wide eyes, taking in the movement and shapes. Den glanced over at me and smiled, then walked over and said, “You look like a natural. You’re going to be the best baby momma ever.” It feels natural, you know? And she’s such a freakin cutie. I’ve offered to babysit her on one of the days that I’m not working and SIL is (she doesn’t start until September) and I hope they let me do that… her parents are going to be babysitting on the other days. I just would really love to have that time with her every week. I really want to be an active part of her life, to be Aunt Nat, the cool one, not just one of the aunts and uncles she sees at special occassions. I love that kid a whole lot and I hope she knows it.

Now excuse me while I lay down before we have to get dressed up and go to church for BabyH’s Christening (I am the photographer! Wheeee). I may be sick. Freaking hell, what a day to be hit with everything at once. (Den asked about breakfast. I looked at him like, “Dude, you want to wear it??”)