So ADD and pregnancy are not working out over here either. Throw in the fact that we are living in a one bedroom apt, all 3 (4?) of us sleeping in one full size bed with ds' newly acquired hamster about 2 feet away squeaking away all night (the hamster is the result of one my finest moments of ADD-provoked inspiration
We have a single burner hot plate and a mini fridge and about 6 inches of cabinet space after putting away dishes and stuff. I'm disorganized under the best of circumstances and depend on strict self imposed structure to function....a weekly menu/shopping list, an itemized list detailing how to clean my own bathroom, etc, and if I'm missing one small item from a list (like if I run out of bleach for isntance) I panic and decide I can't clean the bathroom at all and then it doesn't get done. so for me living like this is quite challenging. Plus I'm having a major case of nesting instinct, and no nest to speak of, lol so I'm quite the frustrated would-be homemaker.
Throw in the second job I just got hired for (a newspaper route) which requires me to wake up at 3 AM every morning, and it's going to be ugly. I'm already tired and this is going to be the icing on the cake.
I was thinking, if I am already drinking 1-2 cups of coffee daily at this stage of pregnancy (33 weeks) it wouldn't be detrimental to dd for me to continue drinking coffee after she's born, would it? Coffee really helps me focus and get things done.
I feel really sorry for my dp who, bless his heart, understands that I'm a little "different," lol, but still gets understandab;y frustrated because I just cannot seem to function like other people. I operate in spurts and starts and depend on last-minute panic to get things accomplished. I have a lot of fabulous ideas though
So he ends up either nagging me to do the boring things like clean house and wash clothes, or going with me to help motivate me, or just doing it himself while I'm at work. Add to that the fact that I think part of my plug is starting to come out and I'm having harder/more frequent contractions, so I told him no more sex until 36 weeks, and the poor guy is not a very happy camper.