Alone Time

So now that people know I'm pregnant I can tell fun stories like this...
I feel exhausted and nauseous a lot and so a few times (ok, a lot of times) I've had to explain to Owen that I don't feel very good and need to lie down. Sometimes he understands and other times he doesn't care. Tonight he was trying to convince me to turn on the tv for him and I told him that Daddy and I were almost done cleaning up dinner and we were both going to come play with him instead. He looked at me and said "No, Mommy doesn't feel good." And so I asked him if he wanted me to stay in the kitchen so he could play with Daddy by himself and he said "yes" and then ran out of the room. Awesome. Don't mind if I do...