04 April 2013

Calm Before the Storm

So it's spring break, and this year spring break also serves as a kickoff to maternity leave for me (thank you, severe pelvic pain?), and I am feeling surprisingly content.  It doesn't hurt that the weather has been amazing, and apparently my mood and general attitude toward life hinge on whether or not the weather is nice.  Getting to sit in my (clean!!!) living room with the windows open and a slight breeze coming in is often enough to bring my mood up by approximately 30 notches.  And slowing crossing off every task from our "must do before baby" list also makes me happy.   There's really not much left for us to do before our little lady arrives.  Matt and I have been spending our days taking turns napping, really, and then wondering how it got to be 3:00 in the afternoon so quickly.  We've remarked to one another several times this week that it feels weird not to be completely effing exhausted.  And while I feel like I should be spending my time in more productive ways, sleeping is probably the best thing I can be doing with my spare time right now.  If only sleep was something that you could stockpile and then cash in on days when you really feel like you need it.  Can some science person make this happen?

I have all of these things that I've been meaning to blog about, like how I miss the simple days of Mel Gibson and Tom Cruise just being hot and not crazy, and how obsessed I am with our new Rubbermaid Reveal mop (like, to the point where people interrupt me as I go on about it and ask, "Are you like a mop salesman now or something?")*, or about how you should go read the obituary for Harry Stamps and then try to even pretend that you don't wish that he was your best friend, or about how my brother came down to visit with his awesome girlfriend and her daughter and it was hella fun, or about how I've decided (since it's apparently not up to me as much as I'd like to think it is) that baby lady can come on April 12 instead of April 7 because April 12 is David Letterman's birthday.  Oh, and how I turned 32 and how did that even happen that I got so old (see, also: fat)?  And how much I love tulips and how they remind me of JMU in the spring.

Who knows when this girl will claw her way out of me?  For now, I'm trying to enjoy these days with my three boys (can't even think about Charlie losing only child status without starting to cry myself) and to eat as many popsicles as possible (three for dinner--that's not crazy, right?).  Sometime in April (it better be April, or Imma hurt someone!) shit will hit the fan again (hopefully just in a metaphorical sense, but, really, anything can happen, right?) and I'll be wishing that someone had invented that sleep bank.

Here's what it's looking like around here.  Or, should I say, here's what Charlie's looking like around here?

*Seriously!  Go get one!  Washable pads!  Super convenient!  Use whatever solution you want!  Amazing!


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