We had an unfortunate poop in the tub experience tonight. Quinn was positively mortified. It was adorable. Quinn. Not the poop.
We did some stuff today, but as far as excitement goes, that was pretty much it. Not that I’m complaining. A little laundry, some leftovers, mall shopping and dinner out.
I still have a lot of pregnancy symptoms. Occasionally bubbles of hope seep forth, but that isn’t reality. It does seem especially unfair to be miserable about the baby and at the same time have a hair-trigger gag reflex, lower back pain and food aversions. My temp is still up. If I don’t go for the D&C, I wonder how long this will drag on?
Have I mentioned how much Quinn loves Mary? Yes, as in mother-of-Jesus Mary. We have a lot of them. There is one in particular that we let her play with because we thought she couldn’t break it (we were wrong). Here is Mary in her seat of honor. It’s from Ikea. That’s like mixing religions, isn’t it?