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After several days of being positioned very low in my pelvis, this morning I woke up and the baby was up high and oddly-shaped. He didn't move right away. I got up and walked around a bit, then had a small glass of soda before he started wiggling back into his regular position.
I just can't get comfortable. I lean back, it's uncomfortable. I lean forward, the same. Lying down, uncomfortable. No matter which position, I can't catch my breath, my heart races. We went for lunch and I ate too much. Now I am thirsty, but I don't think I can fit anything more into my body. It's 90 degrees outside; I'm swollen. I can't walk across a parking lot without waddling and wheezing like an asthmatic hog. It is frustrating.
At home the cats knocked a small plant down from the mantel. Dirt and bits of plant were strewn everywhere. Blackie had been the one in the midst of the mess when we walked in the door, so he took the blame. However, in a rare admission of guilt, Charlotte promptly hid under the bed and hasn't been seen since. They're a team. They work together.
The day after we set up the co-sleeper next to the bed, they were both curled up in it. Testing for comfiness, making sure it was of acceptable quality. This behavior, of course, is not going to fly. I need to fill up the plant mister and start spraying them with it every time they try to climb in.
Look at these (cute) coupla jerks.
I already had it covered with a tapestry, because I knew this was going to happen, and wanted to prevent cat hair contamination.
I'm just tired of naughty cats and feeling like an invalid. I wish we didn't have to worry about money or meal planning. I wish my nesting instinct had kicked in already, because there's still so much to do: send out thank you notes; sort through more piles of things; wash all baby clothes, blankets, sheets, etc.; install car seat; purchase glider & ottoman; purchase small dresser?; stock kitchen; prepare overnight bag for hospital; more things that I'm probably forgetting. I'm so thankful Michael has taken it upon himself to keep up with the day-to-day chores, like dishes, laundry, and vacuuming, because if it were left up to me, I doubt those things would get done at all.
I just can't get comfortable. I lean back, it's uncomfortable. I lean forward, the same. Lying down, uncomfortable. No matter which position, I can't catch my breath, my heart races. We went for lunch and I ate too much. Now I am thirsty, but I don't think I can fit anything more into my body. It's 90 degrees outside; I'm swollen. I can't walk across a parking lot without waddling and wheezing like an asthmatic hog. It is frustrating.
At home the cats knocked a small plant down from the mantel. Dirt and bits of plant were strewn everywhere. Blackie had been the one in the midst of the mess when we walked in the door, so he took the blame. However, in a rare admission of guilt, Charlotte promptly hid under the bed and hasn't been seen since. They're a team. They work together.
The day after we set up the co-sleeper next to the bed, they were both curled up in it. Testing for comfiness, making sure it was of acceptable quality. This behavior, of course, is not going to fly. I need to fill up the plant mister and start spraying them with it every time they try to climb in.
Look at these (cute) coupla jerks.
I already had it covered with a tapestry, because I knew this was going to happen, and wanted to prevent cat hair contamination.
I'm just tired of naughty cats and feeling like an invalid. I wish we didn't have to worry about money or meal planning. I wish my nesting instinct had kicked in already, because there's still so much to do: send out thank you notes; sort through more piles of things; wash all baby clothes, blankets, sheets, etc.; install car seat; purchase glider & ottoman; purchase small dresser?; stock kitchen; prepare overnight bag for hospital; more things that I'm probably forgetting. I'm so thankful Michael has taken it upon himself to keep up with the day-to-day chores, like dishes, laundry, and vacuuming, because if it were left up to me, I doubt those things would get done at all.
