Last weekend … we had big plans for last weekend.
I took a vacation day on Friday so Jeremy and I could spend our 10th anniversary together in Center City. We made dinner reservations at Buddakan and booked a room at the Sofitel downtown. The next day, we planned to stroll the city all day, eat at all our favorite places and later, have a bunch of friends meet up with us so we could go out bar hopping to celebrate (non-alcoholically for me, unfortunately). Later we would crash at our friend Dan’s house, who has a great place in the heart of the city.
My mom, who has graciously come up to stay with us for the week, would stay home with Quinn. On Sunday, we were going to come back and spend a beautiful Mother’s Day at the Morris Arboretum, a Mother’s Day tradition on our house. I was so happy my mom was going to be able to join us on this special day!
It was the perfect plan - something we had been looking forward to for weeks.
Unfortunately, things don’t always go as planned. Jeremy and I did manage to have a nice day out on Friday. We spent the day wandering the city, did some shopping and enjoyed a good meal for our anniversary. The weather was gorgeous, and we had a nice relaxing day together before crashing at our ridiculously overpriced hotel room. I was stuffed from overeating donuts and Asian food all day, and exhausted from wandering the city streets, but I figured all I needed was a good night’s sleep and would wake up feeling recharged and ready to go.
Then, Saturday morning happened.
I woke up dizzy and tired. I felt sick, but thought I just needed to eat. We checked out of our room and started wandering around the city, but everywhere we went, I felt like I was going to pass out. We sat somewhere for lunch, but I couldn’t eat a bite. I just wanted to get to Dan’s house and rest.
Long story short, I had a stomach virus…that lasted until yesterday.
I stayed curled up on the couch at Dan’s house Saturday night while I insisted they all go out without me (I mean really, what fun is a preggo in a bar anyway?). I felt bad I missed friends who had driven in from New Jersey to see us and was sad I wasn’t spending time with Jeremy on our weekend, but, I knew I needed rest.
Sunday morning arrived and I felt worse. I spent the entire, beautiful Mother’s Day we had planned in bed or in the bathroom (after we finally made it home from the cab ride from hell) and made poor Jeremy, my mom and Quinn fend for themselves. It sucked and I admit to feeling a little sorry for myself on Mother’s Day. Thank goodness my wonderful Mom was there to help while I was down and out.
Monday was just as bad. I stayed home from work and laid on the couch all day with my Mom who kept trying to feed me. I weighed myself in the morning and had lost 6lbs in 2 days. Ugh. Usually, that would be thrilling. Not so much when you’re pregnant.
Tuesday, I finally made it back to work, but felt awful and weak all day. Jeremy finally came into my office and insist on taking me home early. I almost called in Wednesday too, but I woke up feeling 100 times better and have been feeling better ever since.
So yeah, the weekend was kind of a bust. Our big anniversary plans got a little skewed here and there, but that’s kind of a metaphor for marriage right? The good news is, I’m feeling better, the baby is fine and no matter what, I’ve had a wonderful 10 years with the man and I love and was able to be in the same house with my two favorite girls on Mother’s day, if not in the same room.
And Jeremy did surprise me by buying me a beautiful heart necklace for Mother’s day and having flowers delivered to my office for our anniversary. He also bought be beautiful diamond earrings for our anniversary which I told him to return (long story). He is amazing. I am so lucky.
And Quinn was SOOOO excited to give me her homemade Mother’s day gift, a mirror for my desk at work that she painted herself. I seriously love it so much.
And my mom and I will celebrate Mother’s Day next Sunday when I take her for a trip to the city, just the two of us, for lunch and to see Grease that’s playing at the Walnut Street Theater. This is her Mother’s Day gift I picked up for her this past weekend while we were in the city. She loves going to the theater, I love Grease and I am happy we can spend the day together, just the two of us, as a way to say thank you for coming up and taking care of us this week. Hopefully, I won’t screw these plans up too.
All-in-all, the weekend wasn’t what I had hoped for, but most importantly, I was loved. Loved so much by the most important people in my life. And I couldn’t have planned anything better than that.