My big half-day
Right now, I’ve got enough energy to get something productive done for about half a day - usually the half that comes before noon (which, strictly speaking, is less than half a day, but I’m ignoring that). After MM goes down for a nap, I become useless and remain so until I go to bed.
But since I do have a good half-day at my disposal, I’m trying to think of productive ways to use it. Of course, the obvious thing is to work on my dissertation, but I’m having serious nesting issues right now - I just want to clean the whole damned house until it freaking sparkles. Or at least get the crap off the floor that MM has decided is “spiders” (never mind it doesn’t move and isn’t appreciably large - if it’s dark and on the floor it’s “vewy scawy, Mommy” and capable of immobilizing her indefinitely. If I were a quick-thinking, evil sort of mom, I’d use that to my advantage…).
I also want to shampoo the carpet. Get some pictures hung. Dust. Anything but write.
In pregnancy news, well, there’s not much to report right now. I do have a follow-up ultrasound to look at the placenta/cervix situation (and check on the heart as well, I think); I wasn’t worried about it before this week, but for some reason I’ve decided that it’s a little scary after all. M. won’t be there this time - maybe that’s why. I’ll be 27 weeks tomorrow - one more week to 3rd trimester. I already look like the side of a house, and I spend most of my time really uncomfortable. Couldn’t quite say why - I think it actually has more to do with gas than anything, but 2.0 is riding kind of low as well. I get easily winded right now, and my overall physical fitness is currently on par with someone in a persistent vegetative state, I think (this is not an exaggeration). I’m not proud of this, but I’m also not prepared to do much to change it at this point; my blood pressure should start heading back up any time now, and I don’t think I’m a good candidate for optimum physical fitness at present.
At any rate, next appointment (with mandatory glucose test) is next week. I’m having to do preadmission forms for the hospital now, went through MM’s old clothes to try and cull some boy-friendly outfits (there were more than I was expecting, happily). I should be all gender-free, boys-can-wear-pink, too, but I’m just not.
