So this morning, after using the bathroom and getting Claire set up with her morning dose of Curious George and Daniel Tiger, I went back to my room and slipped on my robe hanging in my closet. Laid back down on my bed on my side/stomach to say something to the husband who was attempting to keep the day from starting.
Then I felt something move on my back.
Ever the paranoid person, I first tried to discount it as the fabric moving on my skin.
So I stayed very still, and felt the movement travel across my back, slowly, between my shoulder blades.
I calmly told Caleb it felt like there was a bug on my back.
He, not understanding I meant underneath the robe, placed his hand directly on my back where the bug was, and said, "Nope, there's nothing."
Feeling more movement, I (still calmly) said, "Nope, definitely something."
I attempted to move closer so he could get the bug more easily, but when I went to move, one of the muscles surrounding the baby seized up (as has happens very frequently this pregnancy, ugh) and I yelled out in pain and fell back down on the bed.
Caleb then was frantic, I heard some yelling, then saw what looked like a house centipede jumping on my bed and crawling around.
The thing of my nightmares.
It jumped off the bed and was in my book basket.
I asked Caleb what it was, and much to my relief was told it was a gigantic wolf spider (or something that resembled it in stature and quickness).
5 minutes of stalking later, Caleb was the house hero and had killed the spider.
The robe is in the laundry, and I may never wear anything again without checking the whole item of clothing up and down, inside and out.