Some days it feels like I've been pregnant for just a month, and other days it feels like I've been pregnant for 13 years. Today, it feels like 13 years. I'm pretty sure that it's because instead of taking naps and getting massages, I spent the first 5 days of maternity leave scrubbing my house, cleaning my blinds, organizing every drawer and throwing dinner parties.
My sister warned me: that's exactly what she was doing when her water broke with her 2nd baby. But I have this overwhelming urge to get this house sparkling clean before we bring the baby home. I mean, I don't want him sleeping in our bedroom full of dust bunnies! I don't think that's unreasonable. But I guess the status of my pajama drawer and how clean the oven is doesn't affect him whatsoever. I just can't help myself. It feels amazing to wake up every day and not have to be anywhere. I can get stuff done. Imagine that.
But today it's caught up with me and I'm promising myself and my husband that tomorrow I will not exert myself whatsoever. I plan on sleeping in, getting a pedicure, getting my eyebrows done and starting a new book. And it sounds amazing.
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| 39 weeks! |
