In case you didn't know, my kid will be making his appearance sometime this month. Not next month, THIS month. And you know how you always look back and say "why, I can't believe it's already July and halfway to Christmas, aw shucks!"? Yeah, well, I'm looking forward and thinking that I cannot believe how long this has taken to get here. Maybe it's just the last few weeks that seem to drone on forever and ever. Yesterday I took it upon myself to paint the front porch and stairs (not done yet so you don't get a picture), and I seriously think I was subconsciously trying to start labor. What sane, 37+ weeks pregnant woman starts a project like that? That is taking the nesting thing way too far. Tim took away my paintbrush and roller so I can't finish the project...do you think he'll lock up the mulch we got for the backyard too? I was so going to do that tomorrow.
I'm getting progressively more grouchy and cranky as the days wear on. I cannot ever decide what to eat...actually, I don't feel like eating at all which pisses off my doctors. I KNOW I have to eat, but if it's not made for me or readily available, I'm not interested. Every night Tim comes home from work and asks what I want for dinner (ok, wait, one would think that if one is not working then one could make dinner for her tired, stressed husband...however, I am not that person) and every night the answer is the same: I don't know. And I really don't. Two months ago I could have told you down to the dessert exactly what I wanted to eat. Now I have to force myself to find something that looks appetizing. I have never had this issue with food and I am so hoping this is a fleeting, pregnancy related problem. I need my food love back.
Picture of the day:
Do you think they'll make room for the baby in there? I hear that's the best way to contain your child.