I Twittered this morning about the fact that it’s unsurprising how much more positive I feel about pregnancy when I’ve gotten some good sleep the night before.  I feel I have to amend that to include my feelings about everything.  Life!  Liberty!  The pursuit of cupcakes!  It’s all sparkles and unicorns, friends!

I was feeling really crampy last night, so the minute I got home I laid down on the couch with some water and watched while my (amazing, generous, thoughtful, and handsome) husband cooked dinner.  Then I sat down on a different couch and ate dinner, after which I promptly fell asleep (from all the exertion of the not moving I was doing) and slept for an hour.

I capped off that mind-blowing lethargy with a solid eight hours of quality sleep, and now I feel like a million bucks.  Or, rather, a million pregnant bucks, which is like $700,000 in normal-people currency.

Right now I suppose the thing I’m feeling most positive about is the time I got to spend with Wes over my two week holiday break.  Man, those were some good times.  When you’re pregnant, everyone’s always telling you to enjoy going out for dates together because dates become rather sparse once the little one arrives.

We took that advice and ran with it.  We went to a Seahawks game, saw two movies (Avatar and Sherlock Holmes, both of which we loved), took care of projects around the house, and baked and consumed vast amounts of cookies.

In retrospect, I’m so glad we really took the opportunity to enjoy our time off together.  With me being off work, and him being done with studying and test-taking and getting ready to plunge into the job market, it was the perfect chance to pay attention to each other before real life came back around.

Now, Wes is running around like a mad man balancing interviews with sending out resumes, and I’m consumed with my tasks at work, helping get my company’s new site launched.  Our nights are spent enjoying one another’s company in the easy silence of the completely exhausted, which is restorative in its own right but not quite as much fun as going out to dinner and then strolling a beautifully decorated mall together.

As it stands now, life doesn’t show signs of slowing down.  The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow for Wes is that a job will result from all the interviews he’s doing, and once he starts that job life will be busy in an entirely different way for him.  As for my job, launching a website is a ton of work and I would be surprised to come home with any energy between now and, well, my maternity leave I guess.

I don’t mind the busyness for now, and I think the reason for that is because of all the lovely dates we went on during our break.  Who knows how I’ll feel two months from now when our newborn is home and life has been crazy and demanding for a few months straight.

But.  For now I’m happy.  I got some sleep, I’ve very recently spent some quality time with my husband, and the sun is shining.  I’ve got no complaints.