So basically, I've tried to write this post at least 6 times. Seriously. I have all of them saved as drafts. Chalk it up to pregnancy hormones or fatigue or whatever, but I couldn't bring myself to post any of them. I could not for the life of me put a coherent thought together. My mind was all over the place. I quote to poet McConaughey in his prolific piece "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days"--
Oh yeah. BTdubs. I'm pregnant. I'm pretty sure all of my vast viewership knows this by now, but, ya know, now it's official. And yes, I did just write in high school text speak. I'm 16 weeks and feeling a little bit better than I did a month ago. Not 100% yet, but honestly I don't think I'll ever be the same 100% again, so I better get used to it. Case in point--We went to a wedding a few weekends ago. Eric was taking me to the dance floor. I was ashamed, but also a little proud of such an accomplishment. I finally broke the man--he likes to dance! Muahaha."You're up, you're down, you're here, you're there, you're like a freakin' one woman circus, Andy!"
Anyways, now that I'm a little more, shall we say, able-brained, it's time to do one of my favorite things--make a to-do list. I've got 5 more months to get a few things in order. Starting with...
1. Put a filter on that mouth. I think I was a sailor in another life. Not all the time. But at any given time, given the proper circumstances, I can get on a roll that I can't quite decide would make my dad proud or embarrassed. My lovely mother once...many times...told me that she didn't raise me to talk like that. To which I respond, "Maybe you didn't. But dad did." Hehehe me and my clever responses. It amuses Eric and even my mama, but I sure don't want my 2 year old talking like me. Better get on that. Mission "Eradicate the F-Bomb" is on.
2. Clean stuff. I've found the great paradox of my pregnancy: a great desire to clean/nest coupled with an overwhelming annoying exhaustion. It's ridiculous, but it's usually brought on the same way. I'll be driving home from the market with all sorts of plans of a carpet cleaning, base board scrubbing, general whole home bleaching extravaganza. And then it happens. I meet my great destroyer. The one thing that unravels all my plans in a matter of seconds....ok, it used to be seconds, these days it's closer to a full minute. Yes, I meet my ultimate demise in, my Everest...the 15 step single flight of stairs up to our second floor apartment. The way I climb that thing you'd think I just spent the last 2 hours on a Stairmaster. I heave, I huff, I puff, I curse its existence, I stop at step 7 for a break, I count the remaining 8 steps, I try to catch my breath at the top, I unlock the door, drop the groceries on the floor and collapse on my couch to recover from another successful climb up the Himalayas. The day's cleaning plans? Gone. Well, that's not entirely true, I dream about them during my nap on the couch. I'm trying to let myself enjoy the fact that this is my only pregnancy I'll ever have by myself, but the fact is...I need to mop shit. *As you can see, Goal #1 is getting along swimmingly.
3. Kind of goes with #2, but find the floor in our bedroom. So our bedroom is a disaster. Has been since we moved here. Wait, wait, let me explain. Allow me to paint a picture for you--our bed takes up almost all the room. Our tiny closet is stuffed with storage boxes filled with things that will be nice when we have a house, but don't quite fit in a 1/1 apartment. Eric has a dresser and a clothes rack at the foot of the bed and the floor is covered with boxes of more stuff, laundry that would be in the laundry room if we had one, clean clothes that have no where to go and towels and sheets that are homeless without a linen closet. Now don't get me wrong, I am so thankful to have our little home, but it would be nice to figure out a different storage technique that would give me back the floor in my room.
4. Christmas shop! This is its own post, really, but I'll intro it here. My goal is to have everything purchased and wrapped by the end of September. The simple fact of the matter is come December I will be 8 months huge and a packed mall just doesn't sound like it'll be a good time. Or trying to wrap stuff and tie bows when I won't be able to tie my shoes. So I'm hunting down deals and I've found some great stuff so far. In fact as of this morning, I am two gifts away from having all of our nieces and nephews done. Woo hoo!!!
So that's the list for now. I'm sure I'll be adding to it as time passes and I grow in circumference.
Have a lovely Thursday!