Our weekend in review

This blog is supposed to be about Matt and I, right? A blog about Holly G and Co., and not just Holly G. So this post will (mostly!) be just that.

This past weekend has been a semi-eventful affair. Friday Matt and I spent some time together and it was lovely. I somehow managed to convince him to take the afternoon off work and chill with me, and it was great. We pretty much just went to the mall to get his hair cut, and then drove to a theatre to see New Moon. I like the whole seeing movies on opening day thing, but as I can't stand the line-ups and tightly packed theatres, I usually opt for the earlier in the day show. This time we went for the 4pm one. Did I like the movie? No actually. I was rather disappointed, and I'm disappointed that I'm disappointed, because I had been anticipating it for quite some time. But oh well, you win some, you lose some. I won't say why I didn't like it, because I'm all for people forming their own opinion, but there. You at least have mine.

Afterwards we went home and relaxed for a bit and then went to Swiss Chalet with Dave and Farrah. Listened to them rant about the horrible portrait service that Sears offers and the ridiculous prices they charge, thought to myself, "I could do that for way cheaper..." and then enjoyed some delicious food. We went back to their place and just talked until we were tired and needed sleep, at which point we went home.

Saturday we had plans to leave at 10:45am or so so that we could go to the temple for the 1pm session. The plans got a little twisted and turned when we got a shocking phone call from Matt's mum saying that his grandfather had passed away that morning. It was unexpected, but not at the same time. He died very very quickly from a massive heart attack, and while that sort of thing is sudden, we had known for a while that his heart was having problems and that his health was failing. I mean, he was 80! We're sad about it, though it still hasn't quite sunk in. I'm going to miss his funny stories and sarcastic jokes. He was always a wit, and it was fun to watch Matt talking with him, because Matt would banter back and throw Grandpa off a little until he realized that Matt was giving him a dose of his own medicine.

Anyway, the funeral will be Wednesday, and while I'm very sad, is it terrible to be excited to see Joel and possibly Heidi for a few days? We haven't seen Joel since last December, and Heidi since March, and I miss them! I hope it's not terrible.

So then this weekend was Stake Conference. I managed to get all of my out-of-ward thank-you notes handed out (pretty jazzed about that) and enjoyed the conference messages and catching up with friends. Also, while Matt was at the priesthood leadership meeting on Saturday, I took the opportunity to go to the local Babies R Us to see if they had my diaper bag. They did (!!!) so I got it with the giftcard Farrah and Dee got for me (specifically for this ridiculously frivolous and oh-so-lovely diaper bag!) and I'm SO excited to use it. I think tomorrow when I start putting things away, I'll start packing it.

So conference was great, but this trouble-with-sleeping thing is really becoming an issue I think. There I am Saturday evening sitting in the pew and I already knew I was tired, but it hit me all at once just how beat I am. Matt was out in the hall at the time (massaging his silly restless feet that bug him from time to time) and my eyes started watering. I felt hot in the face and was worried I might fall over. I didn't really feel dizzy, I just felt like I was losing the fight to stay awake, and that my body was revolting against me for not just closing my eyes and flopping over like I so wanted to do. I was seconds away from getting up to find Matt (although I was doubting my ability to even walk at that point) when he came back and I just slumped into him. Apparently when he saw me my face was red, my eyes bloodshot, and I looked like a zombie. GREAT. I hope no-one else noticed. I cuddled up for the last 20 minutes of the meeting, perked up a bit, and then booted it out of there into the cool night air as soon as it was done. I felt better as soon as I got moving, but MAN. I've never felt tired like that before. I know, I know. It's probably just the beginning, right? But if feeling that tiredly unwell is going to be a constant experience, I'll switch to bottle feeding and split the bill with Matt. I don't think I could handle feeling like that all the time.

Here's the problem. The last couple nights I've been waking up every half hour from 4:30am until I get up, just to roll over. I drift off to sleep but then the aching in my back and legs wake me up, and I need to try the other side. Also, the baby has started kicking regularly around 4:30, which makes things interesting. He's facing my right side and kicking at those ribs, but as long as I'm on my right side it's not really a problem. But as soon as I'm scrunching that area by sleeping on my left side, I get painfully booted rather quickly, and lie awake just rubbing my side. Usually falling asleep isn't a problem because it doesn't hurt for the first little bit, but I tried napping today and the pain started immediately, and I got little sleep. A sleep deprived Holly is an unhappy, weepy Holly.

Anyway, so that's my issue right now. I think I'll start trying to sleep sitting up and see how that goes.

Sorry, I know that was some mighty complaining. It DOES suck big time, but I'm so glad there's an end in sight. I told Matt this morning that having the baby will seem like a walk in the park where night time feedings are concerned, because then I can at least sleep for 2 or 3 hours between feedings, instead of 30 minutes at most! It'll be good, and apart from the "I'm going to die I'm so tired" feeling I had last night, it's still pretty manageable.

OH. Here's something. Did I mention sneezing and peeing a little bit a few weeks ago? I've been hyper-vigilant in keeping it from happening again, but today I flicked Matt's ear (he was being way too facetious) and while struggling REALLY hard to keep from getting flicked back (struggling, screaming and laughing all the while) I pretty much slightly peed my pants. It wasn't bad, but it was enough to make me panic. So I've been a little edgy about Matt pushing me around and tickling me since.

I feel like I'm back to being 6 when I had a hard time controlling my bladder if I laughed too hard or was tickled too much.

Anyway, not too much else is new. I'm feeling a little concerned right now for my aunt who has the H1N1. She's in an I.C.U ward with it and double pneumonia and is on a respirator which is scary stuff, but I just keep telling myself that the respirator is to help, and that lots and lots of people are hospitalized for it and are just fine. It's strange though. I guess it's just hit rather close to home, and I'm even more grateful than I already was that Matthew and I are vaccinated.

Anyway, it's getting really late (for me. It's only 11:20...ha.) I think I'm procrastinating on going to bed because sleep is my frenemy right now and I just don't want to face it. Unless, of course, it's going to be nice to me, which is hasn't really been in at least a month. I think I'll take some tylenol right now, and maybe it'll be good tonight.