Hell Week

I'm stuck at work today, and will probably work all day tomorrow. Next week is typically the busiest week of the year for our Committee.

This means a) I won't be blogging much, and b) I won't see much of Lumpyhead.

Blog? Whatever. But I miss Lumpyhead already, and it's only going to get worse. Last year I was pregnant during the crazy time, at the start of the "money" second trimester. I was no longer puking every day, I wasn't uncomfortably large, but I was big enough to warrant special pregnant lady treatment. As I've said before, politicos fall all over themselves for babies and babies-to-be, so a pregnant lady might as well have a "worship here" sign on her shirt (except she'd get kicked out of the House chamber).

I look forward to spending all day with Lumpyhead on Saturdays and Sundays, and feel a little cheated today. I resist going to sleep on weekdays, even when I'm exhausted, because I feel I'm cutting short our time together when I sleep.

So I miss the little guy. And Bump's not getting a break. And it's going to get worse before it gets better.