sooooooooo overdid it.
i had horrible gas and BH last night that made sleep a bit rough, but it never felt urgent, just uncomfortable. then today, husband had to go out of town until tonight, so kids from first thing on. i thought a fun trip out to get cookie cutters for a playdate tomorrow would be nice, so after finally getting the house done and 4 kids ready to go, slipping across the ice carrying my 25lb baby and then my 40lb 3 year old and getting them in the van, the van is DEAD. not like *hack hack* i can almost do this dead, but it took 20 min of jumping to get it actually to turn over dead. really dead.
but, the kids are all done up (still) and were tortured by the thought of NOT getting cookie cutters, so we head out anyways (by now i've cried, yelled at everyone for yelling at me, and cried a bit more). car of course dies again, but it jumps right back up and we make it home for 'naptime'. but my belly is wretched now! every time i get up, walk, try and do anything, it's in incredible achy pain.
ugh- husband isn't home until after bedtime, and i'm supposed to be working (have done 2 counseling sessions, due for one more and 2 hours of admin work) and i'm totally shot.
I worked through my rest time yesterday too, and that probably didn't help! but ugh, the pain is unreal and i've got snacks, dinner, and entertainment for 5 more hours..... thank God there's an outlet for my stress here!