...is my official due date. That's not a long time. Well, it's a long time to hold your breath, but it's not very long considering a new life with invade our home in that amount of time.
Third trimester is going well, not as good as second, but I can't complain too much. I sleep well at night about 70% of the time, I still have ankles and although my face is red 24/7 no zits have surfaced. I guess my only complaint would be my overactive emotions and my obsessive nesting instinct.
This weekend I cried...
-at Lowe's (as in the hardware store) because Silas had two meltdowns and I didn't have a car to leave with (Joe dropped us off so he could run an errand) or a way to get a hold of Joe (he lost his phone).
-in the car three times, one because Joe was teasing me about my sunglasses (which is an ongoing joke that normally doesn't bother me...) and I don't remember the second reason but because of the second cry fest Joe suggested we get ice cream to make me feel better. Initially the ice cream idea stopped the tears, but then they started up again when I realized that the ice cream would just add to my already fat arms. Oh, the drama!
In my defense I had been sleep deprived all week caring for a clingy, feverish child who wasn't sleeping through the night or napping well. And this momma needs her sleep!
And as for the nesting: I wake up with a bundle of energy ready to conquer my list of things to do before baby arrives (which includes things like: organize all desk and kitchen drawers, scrub inside of fridge, organize pantry, finish nursery, fix garage door opener...) I get one thing done and realize I don't have the energy to take my Ferrel child to (name store) and risk a sweaty battle. And I also don't have the energy to scrub and organize my house while he is sleeping or after dinner. So my list is getting checked off a lot slower than anticipated and it's driving me nuts. Needless to say I am asking for a nanny as an early birthday present. One morning a week...any takers?! Just kidding! Kind of ;-)
Oh and one other minor distraction in my jumbled brain: This baby doesn't have a middle name! And it's kind of driving me crazy. Joe has thrown in the towel and given me full naming rights and I still can't decide. I write all of her potential full name down, I look at them, I say them out loud, I type them, I write her initials and I am still at a standstill. I guess I have roughly two months to nail one down. Which is a decent amount of time to decide on a middle name....I hope!
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