And now it's time for a breakdown..

Today started out with a very, very lovely prenatal massage. Well, actually, it started out with small hairs being ripped from my eyebrows with hot wax, but let's ignore that little detail. Bob had given me a gift card to a spa right near our house as a christmas gift. Now, I loooooove a day at the spa, but since I got pregnant soon after christmas, it sat in a drawer unused. There was something that sort of made me nervous about getting a massage while pregnant, even though my doctor highly encouraged it. Earlier this week after writhing in pain all day, I picked up the phone and made an appointment. Although the masseuse was not the best I've ever had (it was a little "pinchier" than I like, if that makes sense), it was still wonderful to get some kinks ironed out. Moreover, it was nice to just lay in silence with no purpose other than to relax. I haven't done that enough lately.

I think I'll probably go back for one more massage before I deliver this baby, probably around 37 weeks or so when I am enormous. The yoga studio I used to belong to offers prenatal massages, and they are about 10 minutes longer and 15 bucks cheaper. I think I'll give that a shot next time.

After I got back, we took a drive out to Lancaster county in order to pick up a bookshelf for our living room. You can't go wrong with Amish furniture, it's virtually IKEA prices for handmade solid wood furniture. Anyway, we had a fabulous lunch at my favorite Pennsylvania Dutch restaurant- rotisserie chicken with potato salad and pickled egg (both just like my mom makes) followed up by a delicious slice of blueberry pie. Yum. We then took a trip up the road to a fave bakery of ours and picked out some serious goodies. An apple pie, a whoopie pie, cinnamon sticky buns for breakfast, and a container of...get this..caramel apple candy corn. You know how candy corn has that awesome addicting texture, but the flavor is kinda fake and blah? As a result, you keep eating them even when your stomach is upset and you feel like you are going to vom? Well, these ones have the glorious texture, but also taste just like you are eating a caramel apple. And, a big box was only $1.44. I should've bought two. I love the Amish.

Ok, so back to the point of this trip. We went over to the furniture store and picked out a bookshelf we liked, and an end table for next to our leather chair, as Bob has got to stop putting his pint glass on the floor. Drives me bonkers. Everything fits in the car (yay), and they give us a free replacement drawer handle for the one I broke off the dresser a few months back (yay). We had a nice drive home through the farms and past horses & buggies. All in all a nice afternoon.

Until we got home.

Oh lord, tragedy struck. It was a horrific realization... the end table is way too tall for the chair. Time for a pregnant lady emotional breakdown. I've been very even-keel emotions-wise for this entire pregnancy. I've only had one other incidence of severe emotional irrationality, and it was a first tri sobfest over the fact that I didn't own a brown purse. As Bob carted the little table from place to another in the living room trying to find an acceptable spot for it, I sat in the chair and sobbed endlessly. For a solid 15 minutes. I calmed myself down for a bit, long enough to put my books on my new bookshelf. During that activity, I start sobbing at the thought that eventually there will be more books, and we'd need to buy another bookshelf.

How in the world are we ever going to afford a baby and another bookshelf!? Yes. This is seriously something I said aloud through my tears. Oh lord.

I continued to sit and stare at the wall as I cried about being terrible about decorating, paying for L&D costs, the fact that the Target photo lab was closed last Saturday and that's not fair, and how I am a failure as a person for not doing the dishes in a timely manner last night.
Eventually, I was wise enough to pour myself a glass of water and crawl into bed, bringing my container of candy corn with me.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, pregnancy has a weird way of making you revert to childlike behaviors. You constantly have snot everywhere, you don't always know if you have to pee or not, you spill stuff on yourself and lack fine motor skills, and you can cry for an hour for no reason at all. I guess learning to be patient with yourself during pregnancy is a good way of building the patience you'll need when you actually do have a little child running around.

Now, I'm off to bed so I don't get cranky again.