I am feeling sorry for myself today. I'm hoping to snap out of it later, but for now I am just wallowing in it.
My fish died some time last night. He was looking a little sick, and my husband reassured me that no, there would be nothing a vet would do for a sick beta fish. I cried last night and again this morning. Thankfully Rob took care of everything so I didn't have to see him like that. A little silly of me perhaps, but I really loved Mortimer. He always seemed so happy to see us and he was such a pretty little guy. I'm not sure what happened, but we are fairly sure that it was nothing that we did, which makes me feel a little better.
It didn't help that we had some behavioral issues with our dogs this weekend. I guess they didn't get the memo that now is NOT the time to be causing problems.
Also, still no baby. Which means yes, still working. And the rest of my family is doing their annual quasi-family reunion in California this week. I should be laying by the pool right now. Or laying in the hospital with a baby in my arms. At this point, I would take either happily.
Oh, and Rob woke up in the middle of the night last night because a spider crawled across him. So of course I didn't sleep at all after that. Just because the spider in question had been killed didn't mean that his entire family wasn't just under the bed, plotting a retaliation attack.
A few bright spots in my mood: I bought Adobe Creative Suite, so I can finally learn photoshop, I won an a giveaway this weekend, and my best friend Kyle has had some fun baby shopping at Elvis Week. Now if I could just produce the baby I would gladly get over myself...