my "due date" was thursdae
and i'm going to give birth completely unassisted.
DP is so lazy at times. however, i think, when i'm not pregnant, i think of his laziness more as an"easy goingness"
we've had to switch rooms because the room we had been sleeping in will be too hot and humid for baby kinetic
wow. getting him to actually help with the moving took some effort.
i mean, i think i've spent the last two months trying to persuade him...
eventually, i just started doing it myself.
took a part a desk and moved it into the attic.
picked up TONS of trash
washed and hung out to dry loadsandloadsandloadddsssss of laundry.
i am completely exhausted. and, so, lastnight decided i needed to call in some back up.
my wonderful friend and her boyf came over and by the end of the night
we had everything moved.
and all that is left, now is cleaning out some stuff and some painting
DP is STILL not wanting to help. he says: " i would rather just rush around doing it when i am for shore that something is happening "
:
(whhaaa??)
i'm not one to tell anyone what to do. (hey, we're all our own brains, are we not??) so i accept that and move on.
at first
i am having mild contractions, and some pains in my sides
and still have to finish painting baby's bed, clean out the closet, tackle the mountain of garbage bags sitting in the hallway, put baby's things away, and vacuum.
nesting is making my brain crazy.
part of me feels like this is a completely imaginary problem.
i'm fairly certain it is.
is any of this actually necessary??
something inside me just says "keep going"
but i know i will be sorry if i don't try and get some sleep.
it's a constant battle between those thoughts.
ahhh!!
okaye. end of vent.
phew. all better.
my human needs a bath and my brain needs a rest.
i'm gonna go get on that.

and i'm going to give birth completely unassisted.
DP is so lazy at times. however, i think, when i'm not pregnant, i think of his laziness more as an"easy goingness"

we've had to switch rooms because the room we had been sleeping in will be too hot and humid for baby kinetic
wow. getting him to actually help with the moving took some effort.
i mean, i think i've spent the last two months trying to persuade him...
eventually, i just started doing it myself.
took a part a desk and moved it into the attic.
picked up TONS of trash
washed and hung out to dry loadsandloadsandloadddsssss of laundry.
i am completely exhausted. and, so, lastnight decided i needed to call in some back up.
my wonderful friend and her boyf came over and by the end of the night
we had everything moved.
and all that is left, now is cleaning out some stuff and some painting
DP is STILL not wanting to help. he says: " i would rather just rush around doing it when i am for shore that something is happening "
:(whhaaa??)
i'm not one to tell anyone what to do. (hey, we're all our own brains, are we not??) so i accept that and move on.
at first
i am having mild contractions, and some pains in my sides
and still have to finish painting baby's bed, clean out the closet, tackle the mountain of garbage bags sitting in the hallway, put baby's things away, and vacuum.
nesting is making my brain crazy.
part of me feels like this is a completely imaginary problem.
i'm fairly certain it is.
is any of this actually necessary??
something inside me just says "keep going"
but i know i will be sorry if i don't try and get some sleep.
it's a constant battle between those thoughts.
ahhh!!
okaye. end of vent.
phew. all better.
my human needs a bath and my brain needs a rest.
i'm gonna go get on that.










