Just Keep Swimming, Just Keep Swimming

Due to circumstances beyond my control, only 1 of which was an inability to breathe, I canceled my visits today and went swimming. I am renewing my friendships with the geriatric community. I mimic the exercises they do, I sympathize with their aches and pains, and the old ladies wanted to know all about my fabulous pool bag. One woman in particular had lots of useful advice about pregnancy and swimming. She had 5 pregnancies and her doctor told her swimming was the best thing she could do. Good to know. It's got to at least help with the intense rage that I feel over the lack of control I have in my life, particularly my own body and it's inability to pick up anything that I drop on the floor.

I HATE Being Pregnant

I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Overwhelmed

I need downtime. Soon.
I need to run. Or do yoga. Or something.
Still waiting on the goggles so I can maybe swim.
I need to get lost for an hour or my brain is going to explode.
My usual methods are not available.

Ouch!

Once I again I woke up unable to move my neck. Dropped another $110 at the Aveda salon for a pregnancy massage. I am hoping (once my new goggles arrive) swimming might help.

Cup O' Noodles

This kid cannot get enough salt! No interest in root bear and tasty cakes like big bro, just lettuce, salty soups, ice water... Maybe this one will like vegetables?

Dirt

Before Harry was born, I wanted everything sanitized. I wanted my car detailed and steam cleaned. Everything had to be perfect. Now, I realize kids are dirty. Kids are WHY things are dirty. They spill. They spit up. They leave bits and pieces of sand and sandwich and sneezes everywhere. This is also why I got teh minivan instead of the Mercedes.

Ticking away the moments that make up the dull day

Harry's very excited to be a big brother, and is doing his best to help make things ready for the arrival of his new sister. Unfortunately, he's yet to master his concept of time, and asks daily if she's here yet.

On the mend?

I am feeling a little nauseous right now, but overall my meds seem to work somewhat well now. I made it to the Ren Fest Sunday, and the Pumpkin Patch yesterday. I no longer hide in bed thinking evil thoughts about my doctor (the person I irrationally blame for all misery).

IKEA

Made it to IKEA on Sunday. Got a changing table/dresser and a wardrobe. Also got a nice cream colored rug. Oh, and a toy chest. We may not paint the room after all. It's looking pretty good.
No help from big brother at IKEA. He's a bit unstable of late. Ran through the store screaming "No" and then hid behind some rugs. Lovely. I am used to crazies...although normally we can medicate them. This time, all I could really say was "Dude. Wow."
Crazy big brother was a model citizen on Sunday at the MD Ren. Fest. He enjoyed the joust and had his first two pony rides. And a big pretzel. It was his 4th trip to the festival, and we are looking forward to taking Ainsley next year.

Still stuck on the umbilical cord...

but now I want to run to IKEA and get new furniture to match teh crib. I am obsessed with teh idea now! That, and salad with Blue Cheese dressing.

My latest obsession

I am freaked out to no end about umbilical cords getting wrapped around body parts.

It's October.

IT SHOULD BE COOLER BY NOW!!!! ARGH!!!!

Well kiddo, your bed's all put together. Daddy's got a very sizable blood-blister on his left middle-finger, thanks to Mr Ikea's stellar bed-slat installation design. Thankfully after the hammer hit me, it stayed in my hand, and didn't go flying across the living room in your brother's direction, or it would have an even worse day.

I beleive next up on the punch list, is getting you some new color for the walls... Mommy's working on the paint scheme, and I'll get going with the brushes and roller soon after.

Your brother seems to be having some issues with things in his closet right now, hopefully that'll be over soon. I'm sure you've also heard him screaming a lot for no apparent reason. Rest assured, it's not something you'll get away with much around here, and you can thank him for making us very unsympathetic to it once you're ready.

Color

Ainsley's curtains and crib comforter have arrived. I've got to say, I don't understand crib comforters. They don't actually fit inside the crib! Maybe I am just not domestic enough, and someone can explain it to me.
The comforter has a raspberry toile-ish pattern on one side, and is a celery color with cream stars on the other. The trim has raspberry and celery colored diamond shapes. Can't wait to get the room painted. It may end up being a cream color...but I am sure we can find one that won't look like a rental house.
Also sorted through the 0-3 bin in the basement. In case Kevin is wondering why we already have so many pink things...I bought them 4 years ago. Some were re-gifted but I kept the super cute ones (I have some other bows and dresses in the closet from Purple Goose). Friend M. is pregnant and insisted that I send her the stuff I would have taken to Goodwill, even though she doesn't know if she'll have a boy. A few were kept aside to save for Harry....his coming home outfit, a cute shortset from the Kersantys, his baby blessing outfit...I say I was happy to empty the bins, but it was kind of fun really. Both nostalgic, and, well...a shopping spree!