I’m finding it harder and harder to believe how little time we have left before this baby girl arrives. I’m also thinking very optomistically – 40 weeks or further. Realistically, if I go before then, I have less time than I am banking on.
Ronan woke last night at 4:30 am. I left him in his room and watched him on the video monitor, hoping that he would just go back to sleep. He mewled and tossed and turned for a while. Then he sat up and signed, “Help please.” So I went up to his room and asked him what he needed. He said, “Down!” and signed “food.”
I brought him downstairs to try to find something in the house I could feed him. We settled for crackers and a cup of milk. I brought him back to his bed, laid him down and said goodnight. He went back to sleep immediately.
I went back to bed and laid wide awake for nearly two hours.
My mind stirs and stirs, and I can’t think of a way to make it stop. I have a huge mental list of everything I’d like to do, and the worst problem is that I KNOW I can do all of it… I just never get started. I need to get better at getting started.
For the first time this pregnancy (and maybe ever) I decided to get up and do something, rather than sit and fume in bed. So I rolled out at nearly 7 am, made a cup of tea, and got to work. I did the dishes, cleaned the counters, organized the pantry and drawers, cleaned out the fridge, and started to hand mop the floor. When Brock and Ronan got up, I made cheesy eggs and ham for everyone.
I don’t feel like I ever really nested with Ronan, but I’m hoping this energy and desire to get things done continues right up until when she comes!
We still haven’t started working on the nursery project yet, but that’s slated for Thursday. I told Brock today that all I want is to have the house completely cleaned, carpets done and bedrooms switched before she gets here. The rest is just details.
I also joined a 365 photo project for the first time! I’m going to try to post my 7 pictures for the week every Saturday. This is going to be a challenge for me, because the only thing I do reliably every day is sleep, and even sometimes I don’t manage to do that.
This post is a little all over the place, but oh well. That’s how my brain feels lately. Work tomorrow! I’ve had my spirits boulstered by thinking about how many weekends I have left to work until she comes, rather than weeks themselves. It’s the little things that help get me through.
I am 34 weeks and 3 days pregnant. Ronan is 22 months old.
