Very glad that we picked up bagels in our last grocery order, because they are sure hitting the spot right now. Baby got introduced to bagels with cream cheese, which she is now very much all about and tries to steal from me. 

I had planned a scrounge dinner of whatever was accessible and easy in the house, but M requested we get pizza, so that's what we did. That will hopefully keep us going for a couple of days, too. 

Finally had the chance to pick up my anti-nausea medication. It worked immediately, which was a huge relief. I am looking forward to not feeling constantly sick.

M had to work late, and the poor baby was so tired. Since we have no second place for her to sleep anymore, we just had to wait until he had to log off (their submission thingy shuts off at 9pm, so he can't work past then.) She was so tired that she just passed out as soon as she was in her crib. 

I went to bed as soon as she was down, but had a terrible night full of awful dreams. Dreamt that I was at my parent's house and started having a miscarriage, and I was covered in blood and begging them to take me to the hospital and they just kept yelling at me that it was my fault and refusing to help. I felt so horrible from it that it actually woke me up, and I had a hard time getting back to sleep afterward. 

Alarm went off at 6:30, got up, ironed a dress for work, made the baby's breakfast, and headed out. I'm hoping today is just...quiet. 

Work brought in an ice cream food truck on Friday as part of employee appreciation week. It was from a local place called Melt, and HOO that was some good ice cream. I will have to visit their actual shop sometime. They have take-home pints for $10, which is astronomical, but damn was it good.

Saturday was quiet and lonely. M went to a friend's house to watch the fights, and I was at home with the baby all day. I was feeling melancholy, but at least the baby was in fine spirits, even if she did ferociously fight her nap. 

For some reason, Sunday was a rough day. Everything that could go wrong, did, and everyone was in a bad mood. I spent most of the day cleaning. The baby refused to eat anything I gave her and she became very hangry. Tibby peed in the kitchen and I didn't see it and stepped directly in it. -_- 

The new internet equipment came in, and it wouldn't connect the router, so I had to spend some quality time with Support. Once that was dealt with, I turned the hot water back on and attacked the kitchen. It took me the better part of two hours, but the stupid thing is finally squared away, all the dishes are done, every counter is scrubbed, and all the stupid things with stupid faces are in their stupid cupboards. 

We caught the 6:30 showing of "Sinners". Very good movie, do recommend. There are two post-credits scenes, stay for at least the first one. 

It had started raining just as we got to the theatre, and apparently while we were watching the movie there was a tornado outbreak. ~shrugs~ Had a few to the west of us and to the south of us, but nothing directly in our area. We got some very heavy rain, which was still going when we left the movie.

Three-day weekend coming up, thank Zod. M is taking vacation that week and the following one, so maybe his mood will even out a bit, though I'm sure his sleep schedule will get considerably worse. 

I realized over the weekend that I no longer enjoy our living space. Besides the maintenance problems, we just don't have enough space, and it's really starting to wear on me. When I got home from work on Friday, the baby was throwing a tantrum and M had put her in her pack and play to calm down, but when I went to check on her she'd managed to climb out of it. So, no more dedicated napping space, which means that we're going to have to rearrange the whole house - M's computer and work desk will come out to the living room, my sewing corner will get packed up and put into storage, and the office/baby room will just become a dedicated baby room. 

We had discussed how we'd have to do this eventually, but M doesn't want to do it until the AC is fixed because even though his tower is water cooled, it still puts of a TON of heat, and the living room is the only room that we haven't shoved a window unit into. Right now it's tolerable if you sit directly in front of a fan and don't move too much, but once temps really start to fry us, then it will become practically unlivable. 

The baby's playpen takes up a huge chunk of the living room. I want to get rid of it, since she barely uses it anyway, and I don't think she even wants it there because she pushes the damned thing all over the living room to get it out of her way. I want to just get her some baby furniture like a little table and chairs so she has a place to eat, and a little armchair or lounger, but M vetoed that idea because she has taken to throwing her food around when she gets bored with it, and he wants it contained in the playpen. -_-

We need more space, more rooms, a bigger kitchen, more storage, and we're about to add another human into the mix. I feel claustrophobic. I can't wait until we can finally get our house.

Got so fed up with the apartment complex that I tracked down their parent company and sent them an email. Apparently it just went to the manager of our complex, because I got an email back from her saying that they were "in the process of hiring a general contractor" and that the office will be closed until June 9th. Christ in a crock pot.

Speaking of the complex, they sent out an email that "the city" would be towing any cars parked on the street on Monday, with no warning, so make sure you have your parking permits! It's a load of bull, because the only place the city would tow for on-the-street parking is around the cultural district (I checked the city's website to make extra sure of this) So yeah, they're just harassing residents and blaming it on the city now. Stellar people, them.

M told me last night that he has a wedding to attend in October, so I'll be at home with the baby on my own for a few days. He seems oddly worried about this trip, even though I've been alone with the baby for longer stretches than that before. ~shrug~

Had my first battle with pregnancy hormones last night, where I ended up sitting in the middle of the floor and crying for no reason. That never happened during my first pregnancy, and I am NOT a fan of that, thank you. I've been feeling low for several days, and I miss my antidepressants. M went out and got me some comfort chicken nuggets, and we sat on the couch after the baby went to bed and chatted, which helped lift my mood.

Busy weekend ahead - big grocery run, car inspection, laundry, etc. Movie date on Sunday will be nice.