Here’s to another year, Dad! Hope you have a wonderful day. Love you so very much!
I had to go to the mall today to pick up an adapter at the Apple store. When I arrived I was shocked to find the parking lot completely full! I had to wait for someone to leave to get a parking spot. I have no clue what’s going on. It seems to early for full-on Christmas shopping, although I guess stores are starting their specials early this year. My other thought was, aren’t we in a recession? It was strange for sure. I suppose I will be avoiding the mall starting a little earlier this year.
I’ve never really had allergies, but lately the weather seems to be bothering my nose. I’m quite sneezy and sniffly these days and not quite sure what to do about it.
I don’t have many medicinal options with the pregnancy and again I am just speculating that it is allergies. I’ve heard that people can develop them at any age, but without testing, how can I tell what I am allergic to?
So now the baby is the size of a sweet potato, which seems large…I know I know, it’s only going to get bigger. I read my little update emails from thebump.com each week and learn about what’s going on in there. I have to say it’s truly amazing what the human body can do.
This is s very interesting ride, much like the next 20 years will be, I’m sure.
Last night, just before I went to bed I had a slight deviation from reality. I thought something had been stolen and after searching around for some time, I came to the conclusion that it was indeed stolen and not just lost. I then started worrying about who stole it and when…was the house unlocked all day? My mind was going on and on about this. Do I call the police? Would they even care?
Being the worrier I am, I started to wonder if I would ever fall asleep. Just then I got up to get a drink of water and wouldn’t you know it? There was the missing item…on the bed. I am not sure how it even got there. Did I put it there? We’ll never know. Delusions, I tell ya.
I am not sure if it is the time change or the hormones, but my sleep patterns are way off lately. Last night I was dozing lightly for about 3 hours in the middle of the night, but I kept waking up. My eyes would pop open and I was wide awake. Then I would doze again. Odd.
Here’s to hoping my body lets me rest a little better tonight.
Since I’ve been pregnant we’ve started having someone come in and clean the house every other week. It’s not that our house is so huge I can’t tackle this job on my own, but for several reasons we though it would be a good move.
It keeps me from doing some routine heavy lifting, keeps me from breathing chemical fumes, helps me stay on top of things since I only have to do the touch-up cleaning on the off weeks, etc.
It has been especially nice since this extra help coincides with our busy season at work. When Christopher and I are both stressed about work, we tend to do the base minimum at home. A helping hand is much appreciated.
I’m glad I finally took the advice of 3 smart women in my life that all said, “If you both work full time, you should have some help around the house.”
We are still pretty early in the pregnancy, so I just assume that there will be more posts about cravings. At 17 weeks, I can’t day that I’ve had very significant or bizarre cravings. I do get in the mood for things but generally get out of the mood after I’ve had a bite or two. The one exception to date is bruschetta, which I honestly think I could eat daily. I’ve probably made it 7 or 8 times in the last 2 months. Mmm, love that stuff.
Yay for the time change! The one day out of the year where we get an extra hour of sleep. It’s kind of a bummer that it comes so late now, but I’m still glad we do it. Now I just have to remember to change all the clocks 🙂
I love having things organized. Cleaning or getting things organized is one of my main strategies for combatting stress. Whenever I feel overwhelmed I make a list of all the stuff floating around in my brain. Whenever I feel like things are out of control or I am just not able to concentrate, I clean or straighten up the area around me.
It may make me sound neurotic, but it helps. Even the act of cleaning is cathartic for me and I feel better as I do it. Just another one of my quirks.