I survived the last week of school!
We had some friends over for a celebration last night -- grilled burgers, corn on the cob, sweet tea, strawberry shortcake...it was a nice night to sit out on the porch and chat and catch up.
My brother totally surprised me by inviting his girlfriend to come -- his girlfriend he had NEVER EVER mentioned before (but whom we thought might exist due to his occasional "other plans" with unmentioned and unexplained people and circumstances -- he is a very VERY private person). Sweet hubby and I were happy to meet her -- and glad to see my brother looking so content with her, too. Now comes the real challenge -- not telling my other family members that I've met her, nor acknowledging that she exists, until my brother does first! (He is an EXTREMELY private person -- I'm pretty sure he wanted to introduce the girl to me and my sister before introducing her to my parents, who will probably read a lot into the relationship that may or may not be there. But I'm guessing it is pretty serious this time, since the last girlfriend we met was over ten years ago.)
Unfortunately, I think I over-did it during party preparations. I've woken up with a severe pain in my sternum/ribs, which Dr. Google is telling me sounds an awful lot like "costochondritis" -- swelling and inflammation of the joints between the ribs and the sternum. Ugh. I think it was the dish-washing -- holding my arms with a (light) weight in front of me at a funny angle for a while...I could feel some back pain during the dish washing, but it was nothing compared to the pain I woke up with super early this morning. It hurts to raise my arms certain ways and to breathe really deeply. I have an appointment with my doctor tomorrow morning (already scheduled) so I'll mention this and see if she has any suggestions -- the last time this happened, I thought I was just sleeping in a funny position with my arms, and sweet hubby and I went to target and picked out "Fred/Frida" -- the amazingly comfortable body pillow that occupies one third of our bed. I'm hopeful that I just over exerted myself yesterday and that the upcoming three weeks I'll be spending at the beach, relaxing, will give my body time to get back to normal. And I might beg off of dish duty until after Peanut is born.
I'm extremely excited to head to the beach tomorrow, after my appointment. I'll be "chaperoning" my godsisters -- aged 22 and 16 -- who have summer jobs at the beach while their mama stays home to work. And at the end of the week, I'll head up to my family's beach house for another couple of weeks -- watch out sweet hubby -- the baby belly will be huge by the end of my beach time!