Catching up on snuggle time
I don’t get why this always happens to us.
The home owner called me yesterday to let me know they’ve listed the house for rent (obviously for after we move) and she has had a couple of people show interest and want to see it. I panic. Mr. Silly has been gone for a few days for work and I am here all by my huge self and the house looks like crap. I let her know that and ask if it can wait until Mr. Silly is home so I can put him to work. She is awesome. The owners of this house have been awesome since day 1. She insists she will let me schedule people to come by at my convenience and not to worry about it.
Whew.
She called again today to let me know there is someone else and the husband is flying in to look at the place. He’ll only be here Monday and Tuesday. Of course. It’s fine really since Mr. Silly will be home soon and, while it does look like crap, it’s not really that bad and won’t take terribly long to clean. When the wife called, I let her know Monday morning would be best. Smushy will be at school and we don’t have to keep it clean for too long.
Really, none of this is a big deal. It’s not like the last place we lived where they would show up without calling first and put a ton of pressure on us to keep everything perfect, going so far as to suggest we hire a cleaning service. The difference is night and day. I would rent from the current owners forever if I could. We have only had a couple things come up and they were taken care of immediately. They don’t bother us, we don’t bother them. It’s perfect, really.
The ONLY thing is. I’m about to have a baby. I’m having a hard time focusing on much else these days. I can’t physically keep up with the mess. The house never looks perfect. Trying to figure out the best days and times for someone to come by is starting to stress me out. Already. And it just started yesterday. I just feel like my brain is at capacity right now and I don’t have room for anything else.
For instance. My dad and step-mom called last night to find out our travel plans for the move. They’ve been talking about doing a huge family reunion and want to plan it around us so we can be there. So I’m bombarded with whens and wheres and how longs and I just start spacing. For one thing, I don’t know. I just. Don’t. I don’t know this child. I don’t know if he hates the car. I don’t know if we’re going to have to drive in 20 minute increments the whole way. I don’t know anything about him. I have never done this before. Plus, we have to get to the next place as quickly as possible so we can find a place to live and get unpacked before Mr. Silly leaves. I don’t have a lot of time to kill. Now they seem to think this is rectified by them flying to our next duty station and “helping”. God please no. (A whole other venty, angry, red blog post.)
And it doesn’t even matter because I can’t think about that yet. No brain space. I just wish people would let me get through this baby thing before adding anything else to my plate. Really, I just need a couple more weeks and then we can talk details.
Until then, people should just shush. My brain needs the quiet time.
(You are so welcome for the most disjointed blog post ever. Anytime!)
The litter box containment center. We’re still working on convincing the cat to actually use the cat door, but we’re making progress. This is where I found the idea.
How far along? 36 weeks
Total weight gain: Up 1 pound from last appointment, so 9 pounds total.
Maternity clothes? Yes. Still. Forever.
Sleep: Sleep has been decent-ish. I have a feeling it’s going to suck over the next few days though.
Food cravings: I had a crazy tater tot craving earlier this week. I think it was the strongest so far and I was surprised by it. Sucks since I didn’t have any tater tots. It’s ok though, I bought some yesterday just in case.
Best moment this week: My baby shower!! It was so much fun and I feel so lucky to have had one.
Movement: Every night he gets into this certain position that stretches out the skin near my bellybutton and it hurts like a sonofagun. Still normal rolling and kicking going on. Even though I’m uncomfortable (a lot), I do think I’ll miss the moving.
Gender: Boy. (Still.) Also boring question. (Still.)
Labor Signs: Nothing really. A few contractions when I over do it or when I don’t drink enough water.
Belly Button in or out? Out. For sure.
What I miss: Cleaning. Weird, I know, but I am basically useless right now and it sucks when the DESIRE to clean is there, but not the ability.
What I am looking forward to: I guess making it to 37 weeks.
Weekly Wisdom: Let it go. Can’t clean anything because you’re in too much pain? Just don’t worry about it. Soon enough you’ll be not pregnant and feeling better and then you will be cleaning for the rest of your life. It’s not worth stressing over right now.
Milestones: Third Trimester! Whee!
Her very favorite “jamas”. And a stolen popsicle.
Whew!
Smushy woke up with no fever! Yay, right? But no, she is juuuust well enough to be completely disagreeable. She only wants yogurt and screams if I even make something different for myself. It took forever to get her down for a nap (with kicking and screaming) and she was coughing a bit, so I know it wasn’t very restful. Plus it was only 2 hours, which would be fine if she weren’t so cranky all day. Add on some stuck poops and we have both been miserable. I find myself feeling really bad for her one minute and really annoyed with her the next.
Mr. Silly is working late tonight and won’t be home for another hour and a half. He did come home for lunch and dinner though, so at least we got to see him a little. But that meant I was running around right before he got home both times trying to get meals done so he could eat quickly since he didn’t have a lot of time. Not a big deal, but I’ve been really contraction-y today and probably should try to stay off my (very very swollen) feet. Plus I asked him TWICE about his schedule on Wednesday because I have to go grocery shopping and TWICE he told me it was fine but then OhRightIForgot he has this thing that completely throws a wrench in my plans. This has happened for the past 3 weeks every time I have plans. I am getting pissed. I mean, I know it’s not his fault. But I don’t care. He is the only person I can get mad at and so take it out on him I shall! Grrrr!
My living room looks like HELL because I can’t bend over so well and my back starts screaming at me 2 seconds after I start trying to clean. I’ve asked Mr. Silly to handle it, but he just won’t. I don’t know why since he has no problem cleaning in general and has picked up the slack a TON. It’s just weird and annoying since it really looks like shit. Driving me absolutely crazy. So much so that I’ve actually started trying to clean it, but OMG pain. Suck it.
AND AND AND! We were charged some bogus charge and then refunded the wrong amount on our checking account. It was only 9 cents different, so we’re not fighting it, but we do have to go through the whole blah blah boring crap and it’s stupid. We’re planning on switching our checking account from that bank soon anyway, and this just cements that decision.
Plus, no one has told this child there is NO OPENING NEXT TO MY BELLYBUTTON from which to escape and he is trying to kill me. All the lotioning in the world does not seem to help this. I can not get him to pick a different position and my skin is stretched to the limit. Driving me batty!!
I’m just having one of those days.