I... am grumpy. I came here to whine.
I've been sleeping really badly these past few days--actually DH has too. We've *both* been waking up in the night to go to the bathroom, which is odd--I mean, it makes sense for me, but him? Anyway. I'm a very light sleeper, so when he gets up it wakes me up, and if I get up it somehow automatically activates my heartburn, which my heartburn tablets never *quite* manage to get rid of. Plus, I have a bunch of symphisis pubis pain right now, so whenever I roll over in bed I feel like I'm squeaking and grating and grinding... which is most unpleasant! So I wake up exhausted every morning, and even having the odd nap in the afternoon doesn't help. *yawn*
Plus, right now I'm just feeling generally depressed and unmotivated. I have SO MUCH STUFF to do, and zero interest in doing it! Today I half-painted a shelf for the baby's room, and put masking tape around the skirting boards... and that's it. It's midday, and that's pretty much all I've done! Oh, I did a tiny bit of gardening. But I haven't done my hair for three days, so that cancels out... and I burnt my porridge this morning... and the weather is grey and gloomy... and DH leaves me in two days for a 6-day conference in a city 8 hours' drive away... and I have a headache... and every time I feel like painting the house I stand up, remember the pelvic pain thing, and sit down again.
Also, I found out that my backup midwife (or auxiliary midwife, as I prefer to call her) might be away over Easter, so if I have the baby at the 'wrong' time--ie, on its due date!--I might have to have a different auxiliary midwife, who I haven't met yet. Which saddens me a bit, because I liked the original one!
Bah. I'm miserable. Interestingly enough though, I'm not miserable in a 'get this baby out of me now!' way--even I'm smart enough to realise that wouldn't make my life any easier or tidier right now! I'm not 'done' with pregnancy yet... but I'm very, very 'done' with being disorganised, having a house full of unpainted walls which taunt me with their unpaintedness, and so on...