Work has me stressed this week. Not so much the volume of it or what I’m doing in particular, but more the co-workers part of it. I can’t really say much, but it sucks. And I don’t know if I should just get over it or actually go talk to the boss. Ever since becoming pregnant I’ve felt a distinct lack of confidence in the ability to tell what are real issues and what are issues that I’m just crabby about because I’m emotional. And the funny thing is that it doesn’t even come up that often, because I HAVEN’T been that emotional. Ask Ryan – I don’t think I’ve been more emotional than usual (which was already admittedly more than some people). I have the occasional breakdown in tears, but for the most part I’ve been pretty happy.

Anyway, that’s what’s on my mind, and it’s making sitting at work all day kind of stressful (although I will say that at least the main source of my stress is out today). Unfortunately, I can’t go home early. But let me tell you; there will be ice cream in my near future.

On a lighter note, Ryan and I need to go home and clean our apartment like Jesus is having a sleepover in it (I want to be a mom like the woman who wrote that note). We are dogsitting this weekend, and puppies shouldn’t eat dust bunnies that are bigger than they are. I’m pretty sure that’s in the manual somewhere.