It feels like things are suddenly moving at warp speed. This week I am 36 weeks pregnant, only four more weeks to go, maybe less. Maybe more. I’m starting to get frantic. I’m irritable and impatient. To “help” me, I have a list a mile long of things that need to be done, things I don’t have the energy to do, can’t do because I have a toddler (or a massive belly) and it’s making me hormonal and nuts. And, it’s not like any of these tasks are unattainable. They just seem near impossible stacked up all over the house. Fixing a light bulb. Putting papers where they belong. Finishing up a project. Charging a hand held appliance. Putting away the massive amounts of laundry that are spread around the house. Taking a box to the post office or UPS store. And, the list goes on and on and on.
Today has been especially trying. I’ve lost almost all my patience, what little I had of it, and because I am trying to be super pregnant mom, I’m setting myself up for failure. I can’t do everything. I did manage to call the pest company (however, I had to leave a message), made contact with the pet sitter for when I am in labor, washed two loads of clothes, picked up some so that the cleaners don’t have to wade through toys and play tunnels in order to clean house and added additional items to my long, long list. It really didn’t help that the city is making some repairs, jackhammering up the sidewalk at 7:20 am. As I type, we have no sidewalk in front of our house.
So, what has prompted me to swing into full gear?
a. The sheer fact I am 36 weeks pregnant.
b. Mild contractions in the middle of the night.
c. Knowing that the baby is HEAD DOWN! Yeah!
d. Fill in the blank.
The answer to last-last week’s question is:
d. All of the above.
