My to-do list has been stationary for weeks. Other things keep getting in the way.
Instead of pulling out the swing and car seat to wash them- calling the bank.
Cleaning out the pantry to stock up before baby comes- doing all the dishes that pile up when I just can’t get off the couch.
And so on.
It’s funny, last time I felt so prepared for baby- read my books, had everything organized.
I even felt confident about labor.
This time I have a lot more stress, a lot more fears.
And a lot more things to do in the next week and a half.
Maybe part of the problem is that I have a end date this time- instead of being lead on by a doctor who tells me “anytime now” more than once, I have a finish line I’m reaching for.
More and more with every night of heartburn.
Today I woke up with a sore throat and my son complaining about a tummy ache before he started throwing up.
I have been stressed about all of the going out I do every morning, only to come home too tired to get the rest of my list done for the day. Well, today along with sniffling and drinking lots of water, I am trying to plow through what I can. Right now I can only stay upstairs because of my son, who is resting in his bed between trips to the bathroom.
This is what I get for complaining, right? Instead of not being able to find a way to slow down,I am being forced through other means.
So, for the first time in days my hair is not done, my glasses still on, and I’ve been sitting at the computer actually typing, my list of posts that need to be written being chipped away at.
The shopping list, getting finalized for a potential trip this weekend.
Half of the kitchen sink is empty and when the dishwasher is unloaded the other one will fall right in.
This weekend is my mind’s last chance to get it all done, before another flurry of preschool and swim classes takes over and suddenly, outrageously, it is the weekend before our new son comes.
The last big round of maternity clothes in the washer, holding the laundry soap to see if we need another one to carry us through yet.
Feet up, feet up, feet up to ward of sore feet and uncomfortable evenings.
Rest before baby, yeah right.