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It has been five years since I have had a baby so there are so many things about pregnancy that I have forgotten. I didn’t get the urge to nest with the princess until I was on bed rest (not the most convenient time to scrub your baseboards). But, this time around I feel compelled to start now and it goes really well for a few days until I get too tired to do laundry for a few days or leave a dish in the sink and then overnight the mess multiplies (I refuse to believe that 3 of us could really be so messy, it must be reproducing on it’s own) The crib is already up and bedding has been bought and I even bought my first pack of diapers. Yes, it has finally kicked in that this little man is really coming.
I also forgot that that babies can get their feet stuck in your ribs. I am not making this up if you haven’t experienced this. Excruciating pain! I cried when he finally moved after 2 days of being stuck and I also pretty sure that the heavens opened and there was chorus of angels rejoicing with me. That has to be the reason I was humming Ode to Joy for the next day.
But, back to nesting. Today is a catch up day. I need to win the battle of laundry and now that it has been almost 24 hours since I went to the grocery store I don’t have a good excuse why there is still 2 bags of canned and boxed goods still yet to be unpacked. So, since I have a day off I am going to throw all child labor laws to the wind and make the princess help me get this house in order. Wish me luck, because I will most likely need to repeat this process in a week when a nap sounds more exciting than dishes again. It is a vicious cycle.
Another surgery in my family. Although today it hits a little more closely to home as my husband is set to have shoulder surgery in the morning. All of this physical therapy equipment was delivered yesterday and that was the first time that it really hit me that this was really happening. I know that he has been thinking that I have been the most unsupportive wife as I have only asked questions about cost and arranging work and childcare. It wasn’t that I didn’t care, I really just have all of my defense mechanisms up. Truthfully, I am terrified. Scared about something going wrong, not being able to give him the best care when he comes home. But, tonight it is my job not to become a blubbering mess because that may be what he needs to do and we both can’t be freaking out. But, prayers for a successful surgery and recovery would be appreciated as well as strong wife vibes that I can hold it all together.
I decided to take advantage of the first nice day of the year. It hit a long awaited 60 degrees here in Kentucky on Monday and although the wind was whipping around I decided to haul myself to the garage and clean it out. With trash day approaching on Wednesday and my dear husband working so hard I thought I would do the one job that neither of us looks forward to, cleaning out the garage. Things were going well in my garage clean up and I had all of the tools put away and shovels hung until I was trying to close a stroller (not the one picture above that one I had no trouble with!) that hadn’t been used in a year and it didn’t want to close and in my fury trying to squeeze the darn red button and collapse it at the same time and not being the least bit successful, I tried to lean on the wall to give myself some leverage. If you are wondering why I took a picture of shovels, this is where these *cough cough* lovely characters come into play. I somehow leaned myself into the one of the shovels propelling several of them off of the wall and having them literally plummet down on the back of my head. Yes, I used them as in plural. The plastic one came first and as ducked down to get it I somehow had then the second one came down on me, but this one clocked me hard. I have a giant knot on my head and I am now on day 3 of an awful headache as a result of my unwanted dance with the shovels. However, the husband who is still dear to me didn’t even notice my efforts in the garage but he did do his best to nurse my headache.
