I would like to meet my baby now.
Thank you.
But that seems impossible. Apparently, I have to wait for her to finish cooking. Pregnancy is getting boring, I'm sick and tired of feeling sick and tired, and I really want to meet my baby. It doesn't help that I've been reading birth stories and looking at pictures almost daily.
I should help my hubby clean up the apt. We have to be out by Thursday (though we both work Thursday so really we need to get it done Wednesday) and we have a LOT to do still. I thought I'd feel more up to the task after a nap, instead I feel exactly the same as before the nap.
I should work on homework, because we're almost to the end of the semester. Considering my difficulty forming sentences, I am not hopeful that I could do anything to help my grades.
I should go for a walk and get in a little exercise. I need my chocolate anyway. Maybe that would help me wake up. Maybe not.
Maybe I'll just go to bed and try again tomorrow.
Maybe I'll sleep through tomorrow.
Part of me associated the baby with moving out, because I knew we had to move out before I could meet the baby. Now that we're moving out, I'm ready for the baby, but it turns out I'm only half-way through this whole preggo thing. Sad face. I'm excited about moving because AFTER we move I can go nuts and buy lots of nursery stuff and start making sheets and blankets and curtains, etc. I'm hoping that will keep me busy and satisfy my nesting itch, and I'm thinking it will.
But we have to get to Fairbanks first, and that's taking FOREVER.
I'm going to go sort some things so we can get out of here.
But that seems impossible. Apparently, I have to wait for her to finish cooking. Pregnancy is getting boring, I'm sick and tired of feeling sick and tired, and I really want to meet my baby. It doesn't help that I've been reading birth stories and looking at pictures almost daily.
I should help my hubby clean up the apt. We have to be out by Thursday (though we both work Thursday so really we need to get it done Wednesday) and we have a LOT to do still. I thought I'd feel more up to the task after a nap, instead I feel exactly the same as before the nap.
I should work on homework, because we're almost to the end of the semester. Considering my difficulty forming sentences, I am not hopeful that I could do anything to help my grades.
I should go for a walk and get in a little exercise. I need my chocolate anyway. Maybe that would help me wake up. Maybe not.
Maybe I'll just go to bed and try again tomorrow.
Maybe I'll sleep through tomorrow.
Part of me associated the baby with moving out, because I knew we had to move out before I could meet the baby. Now that we're moving out, I'm ready for the baby, but it turns out I'm only half-way through this whole preggo thing. Sad face. I'm excited about moving because AFTER we move I can go nuts and buy lots of nursery stuff and start making sheets and blankets and curtains, etc. I'm hoping that will keep me busy and satisfy my nesting itch, and I'm thinking it will.
But we have to get to Fairbanks first, and that's taking FOREVER.
I'm going to go sort some things so we can get out of here.