Other than the barfing, life is pretty boring these days. I really enjoy working at my part time job, but I'm a little frustrated because I don't have a set schedule there, and I never know for sure when I'm working until the last minute. The owners aren't in the office at regular hours either, plus they're night people and don't usually go in until sometime in the afternoon on the days they do go in, then they stay late. So I'm thinking a general lack of schedule is normal for them. But for me, it causes stress. I like to be able to plan my week; as little as I have to do, I still need some structure! Plus I like to be home around the time Hubs gets home (like 7:00 p.m.), which really limits my hours working in the office when I don't go in until around 2:00 or later. I'm planning on asking them today if they'd mind me having a key so I can go in a little earlier and have more time to get stuff done. Then hopefully we can work out a schedule that works for everyone. Particularly me.
As for the pregnancy, I'm still adjusting. Even though I saw the heartbeat last week it still feels very abstract. I have a hard time thinking of the little nugget as a baby, although I do have these occasional images flash through my mind - like the second bedroom as a functional nursery, or the feeling of a baby's cheek against mine. Those are nice. I don't know if I'm in denial about the whole thing or if I just got so used to imagining a childfree life that it's hard to switch gears. I'm sure I will switch gears eventually though, as long as things keep going smoothly.