I went from "I love pregnancy" to "get this baby out of me right now" overnight. It was the night before our housewarming party. I was up WAY too late chopping all sorts of random things. Mark cut off the tip of his pinky, which was bloody and stressful. Then as I was working on the mangos I started to black out. When Mark gave me the canned chipotles to chop, the exhaustion and lightheadedness mixed just right with the mango and chipotle smells to make me incredibly nauseated. When I went to the bathroom to lean over the toilet for a couple minutes, Mark insisted I go to bed.
The housewarming party was a disappointment. It rained all day. So, our outdoor barbecue got moved inside. None of our sweet friends complained, but there were a lot of people standing and sitting on the floor. We had tons of food and no where for people to eat it. Thanks to my supportive friends, who all just rolled with it, I felt much less like curling up and dying by the end of the party.
It took five days for me to not feel perpetually tired. During that five days I discovered that I will sleep better if I have my own bed. So, as much as I hated to do it, I moved into the guest room. The mattress in there is better for my back.
Bun moves a lot. He always has. It is still cute and funny, but also VERY painful. Here we are at 28 weeks and 2 days (Tuesday 18 May 2010):

These are the freezer-ready meat leftovers from the housewarming party. This is after the party, our ward linger-longer, Mark's work party, and guests for dinner twice. There was a LOT of food.

Mark was out of town, but he sent me these beautiful flowers for our second anniversary. They lived for almost two weeks, keeping me cheerful through all the stress and fatigue.