In which I complain and pat myself on the back-all in one postMarch 6th, 2006 @ 8:03 am
I’m about to admit something that no human being should ever admit:
Weekends are getting to be too long for me.
Yes, I said it. Weekends aren’t fun anymore. My apartment is too small and I’m too big. Plus our couch seems to sit really low and once I sit down on it I can’t get up. That’s not a good thing.
It’s so good to be back at work this morning in my cozy chair, sitting in front of my lovely laptop. Knowing that I won’t have to get up again until it’s time to go home. Unless I be honest with myself, knowing that I’ll need to get up to go to the bathroom in the next 15 minutes.
So, back to how weekends are hard. It’s not like I can sleep in anymore. I try to stay up later, thinking that “Hey, I can sleep in tomorrow. So it’s cool!”. But I can’t sleep in. Heck, I can’t even sleep.
The King and I usually have really productive weekends. For the last four or so years of our marriage we spent our Saturdays working on our house. Well now that we finished and sold the house, and we aren’t ready to start building the new house quiet yet-our Saturday’s are free. And we don’t know what to do with them.
This last Saturday The King woke up and went over to do a few things at the new house, visited the fabric store for a very cool idea that he has, and got his hair cut. He was productive.
I was left at home alone and wanted to be just as productive.
I started the day by watching “Wimbledon” while paying extra attention to all the males named used in the movie. (I need to find a name for this baby, asap!) Alas, a name was not found. We may end up taking a poll online for a name for this kid. Seriously. (But, not really.)
After the initial guilt of sitting on the couch in my pajamas watching a movie while my husband was out working, I decided to vacuum. When you are 8 months pregnant vacuuming is the equivalent of running a marathon. At least it is in my mind. Even if I only live in a one bedroom apartment. It’s hard work.
I had to follow my marathon with a shower. Which is also the equivalent of running a marathon. Or maybe just a 5K. But it kills me. Especially when I’m expected to get dressed after my shower. And put my shoes on. And blow dry my hair. (I’m starting to sweat just thinking about this!)
Being the “thank you” card freak that I am, I also needed to sit down and write out the 20 cards for the baby shower the ladies at Church gave me earlier in the week. This took a few hours. Hours, people, of sitting at the kitchen table writing. Blah. Good thing I had the new Rhett Miller CD to rock out to.
Okay, so maybe I didn’t actually get to cleaning the bathroom like I had told The King I would. (He did it last time, so it was my turn.) But I did empty the dishwasher. Which is really hard to do, since you know, my belly hinders me from being able to reach the cupboards.
I still felt like I had a productive day.
When The King got home, I asked him what level of productivity I needed to have for him to be proud of my accomplishments. He wasn’t sure what I was asking, or even what the “correct” answer would be.
He said the he was proud of me and he knew I had done a lot of things. Things that were extra hard to do since I’m carrying around our love child in this huge belly.
Did I mention that I also made the bed? I know, you’re amazed.
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Today starts my weekly doctor’s appointments. And our childbirthing classes. Which means that we are having a baby. Soon.
Uncategorized · The new house · The King · Churchy Stuff · We're having a baby · Apartment living
Hilary
said,
March 6, 2006 at 10:35 am
AMEN SISTER! I am so right there with you and was nodding my head the entire time I read that post. It really is so hard to get anything done. All you can do at this point is pray for the “nesting” to kick in and then have that baby so the huge belly is no more.
And EVERY week now! OMG! That’s when it always hits me that holy crap, I’m gonna have a baby. I go next week for my last “every two week” appointment and then I’ll be every week. Like I said, right there with you. I feel your pain and your joy!
Nap Queen
said,
March 6, 2006 at 10:57 am
That’s more than I get done most weekends, and I’m not pregnant
Yay you!!!
Erika
said,
March 6, 2006 at 11:00 am
Things make me so much more tired on the weekends than when I have to go to work. Making the bed (especially changing the sheets) is hard-core cardio now. I hear you on the weekly doctor’s visits. Mine still won’t check for effacement until 38 weeks, and when I asked him Friday if maybe the baby had dropped, HE LAUGHED.
Rude Cactus
said,
March 6, 2006 at 11:16 am
No name yet? We had a hard time with boy names…luckily we learned early on it was a girl. I say, be different. Pick something that starts off with a “the”.
Mrs. Ca
said,
March 6, 2006 at 11:49 am
Um…you did way more than me, and I’m not even pregnant. Just lazy. (and to be fair I am sick, so I needed my rest on Saturday to get better, right?)
AnnieM
said,
March 6, 2006 at 11:57 am
Secret exposed: Mason was Babyboy ****** until day three of his life, so don’t feel bad. We wanted to see what name he looked like before we named him.
DeAnn
said,
March 6, 2006 at 12:19 pm
I wish I could come visit you on the weekends, because you would never want to go back to work. That’s how fun I am!!
Anth
said,
March 6, 2006 at 12:54 pm
I love the weekends because 1) at work I frequently have to get up to go to a) the copier, b) the fax machine, or c) grab some lousy file. 2) I have chores to do at home, but I can do them slooowly. 3) At home, I can lay on the couch watching CSI for hours. (#3 is a major plus) 4) Or do the crossword.
I think I will try to convince Dh to start referring to Baby as our lovechild. Ha ha
Reesh
said,
March 6, 2006 at 4:50 pm
Enjoy even the little bit of chores you can do, cause once baby arrives you’ll spend a lot of time staring at all the things you’d like to get done but are unable to with the baby. This can be a good thing or a bad thing depending on the day…
janet
said,
March 6, 2006 at 8:03 pm
actually, you sound quite productive! you just don’t realize it because you spent 4 years working 50 times as hard as anyone else on earth all weekend
Jezer
said,
March 6, 2006 at 8:37 pm
Ahhh, you’re bringing back memories.
I know it sounds insane, but try to enjoy these last few weeks of pregnancy. Really. I hated being pregnant, yet I missed parts of it once it was over.
Sounds like you’re being very productive–give yourself a pat on the back. That was quite a workout.
Lisa
said,
March 6, 2006 at 8:56 pm
Your having a baby in a few weeks. Eeeek! Yeay!
Boy names are a bit more difficult to think up. Especially when you love a name but meet a kid with that name and realize he’s evil. heehee.
Good luck.
ramblingmuse
said,
March 6, 2006 at 10:54 pm
YOu did good this weekend!
I can’t believe the baby’s almost here!!
Say…didn’t we agree to name it Orange??
jessica
said,
March 7, 2006 at 3:31 am
It’s official. The pregnancy has made you crazy. There is no such thing as a too long weekend!
Frema
said,
March 7, 2006 at 4:21 am
I’m with nap queen. Be proud of yoruself and remember that it’s OK not to be productive all the time. Your baby will take care of that himself once he’s here.
K.
said,
March 7, 2006 at 4:43 am
Boy do I remember being 8 months pg and EVERYTHING making me sweat. I think you did really good though! You deserve that pat on the back.
Suzanne
said,
March 7, 2006 at 5:23 am
big pg bellies do make it very difficult to do pretty much anything!!! Enjoy the “time off” because pretty soon - there will be no such thing, EVER!!!
Those thank you notes seem so fun to write at first, but then, oh my!!!