I've resorted to wearing dresses because most of my tops, even the maternity tee shirt that I bought in an XXL specifically because it was long, are too short to cover my belly now. Seriously, it's like I'm Porky Pig wandering around here with my gut hanging out the bottom of my shirts.
You are welcome for that visual, btw.
Here's the list of things I should be doing:
1. Deep cleaning my house and checking things off the FIVE pages of lists that I made last week so we would not miss anything that needed to be done.
Here's the list of what I actually have been doing:
Yeah. It's like, I'm busy (ish) but busy with the wrong things. For instance, yesterday was Sunday. We could have knocked out a lot of my lists. Instead, we slept in until noon, hung out doing nothing for a couple hours, went to Michael's to look at ribbon (they have FALL stuff out already!!!), went to Starbucks and hung out for an hour, dropped off some stuff at the Goodwill and decided to look around since we were there already, went to the Mongolian Grill for dinner, and then finally headed home at about seven. My husband managed to weed whack the front yard before it got dark. That's all that was accomplished.
For my part, I came home and got out the sewing machine.
It didn't take many times of Bubba launching his pacifier like a rocket from his mouth for me to realize how handy these things were! No worrying about them falling on the floor and getting stuck without one with these. I made them a bit differently than I did for Bubba. I think these came out a lot better. Of course, I had to hand embroider them with her monogram too. LOVE THEM, even though the stitching on my first one came out way wonky.
As for the sleeping part...
The past few days I've woken up with contractions. I know that sounds exciting (contractions mean the baby will be here soon! yay!) but it's not. They're strong enough to keep me from going back to sleep, but not strong enough that I can't walk or talk through them. Also, they're between 10 to 30 minutes apart, which is nothing. They have to be less than five minutes apart and hurt so bad that you can't walk or talk through them to count. So, basically all they are is annoying. They are robbing me of my morning sleep!
As a result, I'm tired ALL DAY. I don't sleep at night, and now sleep is getting cut off from the other end as well. I think I'm averaging 5 hours or so, which is totally lame. Thankfully I have a child who can entertain himself quite well and doesn't take the first opportunity where I'm not being 100% vigilant to go destroy something. Today, for example, I laid in bed and kind of dozed between contractions for a few hours (no real sleep, but better than nothing!) while he sat in bed next to me and played with his cars and the iPhone. That's pretty awesome, and I'm so thankful for that.
Now, instead of dusting or cleaning the patio doors I think I'll go have a cookie or three with my boy. :)