Now that I can’t do anything — slackermama . com

While the doctor hasn’t ordered bed rest or anything like that, I know enough about this whole pregnancy business to know that I need to be taking it easier. Feet up and drinking water as much as possible. When I take it easy, quite simply, I feel better. That tells me it’s the right thing to do. Shoot, just getting up to fix lunches makes me cramp and ache. Not in an alarming manner, as it does get better when I sit back down. But I’m no masochist here and I’ve got just six weeks left of this nonsense so I best just play it safe.

Of COURSE, though, I’m getting major nesting urges. Why is it that I only feel the urge to get stuff done once I can’t really do it anymore? I look around the living room here and see toys piled up in the corners. I see throw pillows tossed on the floor, the vacuum cleaner sitting out (taunting me, I’m sure), some mysterious scraps of paper littered around the coffee table and dust coating the Xbox. It is driving me insane.

And that’s just the living room! I suppose I should be glad I can’t see the kitchen from here because I know the sink is piled with dishes. I literally am having to stop myself from jumping up, washing dishes, scrubbing the counters and shining the stove. Oh, and cleaning off the kitchen table. Perhaps sweeping the floor too. Oh yes, definitely need to sweep the floor.

Then there’s the laundry room. I know for a fact the floor of the laundry room is coated with clothes that have been taken out of the dryer and discarded. So while they’re “clean”, I don’t think they’re really *clean*. Could definitely use another wash, and then be put away.

And while I’m at that, I need to put away the clean clothes that are piled in laundry baskets at the foot of my bed in my room. There’s also a pile of sheets that need to go in the wash. Basically, my bedroom is a mess. The thing is, if we’re going to be getting this new bed in a week or so, it’s going to need to be cleaned up and cleaned out. And here I sit, watching “Blue’s Clues” and not doing a darn thing about it. That’s driving me INSANE.

I hear Harry getting up upstairs, slamming doors as he gets dressed and uses the bathroom and muttering to himself. It reminds me that his room needs serious attention. We need to do some major furniture rearranging in there, not to mention a good cleaning. Once it’s cleaned and rearranged, then we can set up Liam’s crib in there. Which reminds me that we need to get another crib mattress for the second crib and get a few parts so we can put it together. Then of course we need to actually move Liam in there, which is a daunting sort of task if you ask me.

But once Liam is moved into Harry’s room, then I can give the baby’s room some attention. Which, to be honest, is what I really want to do. We have wallpaper border to put up and I would like to paint the walls. In our dreams, we’d put up wainscoting and hardwood floors (I know I’ve mentioned this before), but I’d be content with the paint and wallpaper border. Then I could set up her crib with the new bedding we got and perhaps even find a curtain rod to put up the matching valance with. I’d like to get my hands on some letters for her name to hang up too.

GAH. There’s a lot of work to be done. Six weeks to do it in. And here I am, just shy of completely useless. TORTURE.

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