The point is, I was very surprised how much better I felt about myself once I bought some new maternity clothes. I wear a lot of hand me downs (don't get me wrong, they are great) and a lot of holey, stained t-shirts. I think I felt frumpy and homely without realizing it. So I feel a little bit better about heading into the next 11 weeks with something decent to wear.
Saturday afternoon I got home from running an errand and walked inside the house in tears. I was in pain! I don't know what it was, it started out as a nagging, dull pain that was annoying and turned into a sharp, stabbing pain. By the time I got home I was doubled over. Something on the right side was really hurting, probably something stretching or pulling but it hurt bad. I started bawling and quickly asked Lance for a blessing. It eventually went away so we could go to the fair that evening.
Saturday evening we went to the county fair so Kimball could go to the petting zoo and ride a few rides. Turns out he's not big enough for the rides, even if an adult goes with him so that was disappointing. He loved all the animals. We ate some yummy fair food and attended the demolition derby. Boy, it was a slow start. The announcer had to introduce each driver individually and then the cars raced. An hour later they still hadn't started the demo derby but once they did, the wrecking was awesome and we had a good time. I got a caramel apple for the road and we headed home. Just in time too, the pain on my right side was coming back with a vengeance and of course, no sleep for me. I hate the no-sleep pattern that's been going on the last few weeks, not cool.