I don’t know if it’s because we’re so not ready, or because I feel like I’ve been riding Steve’s ass for an eternity and jumping up and down saying things ” because we’re going to have a newborn” or “I’M PREGNANT! Hello?!” but all of a sudden this pregnancy is kicking my ass.
I consider myself to be a pretty laid back, go-with-the-flow kind of person. I don’t think I do a lot of complaining or consider myself unblessed in any way. Of course I gripe, I enjoy griping especially on my blog, but I don’t really consider myself a negative ninny in Real Life. (if I am, uh, someone should let me know). But right now, all I want to do is laze around with my little guy, knit, watch tv (if only), and soak my feet in a tub. I want someone to come here and cook me meals and put them in my freezer. I want someone to make me dinner. Every night. I’d like my house to magically clean itself. And I’d really like to not have to bend over and pick up the 800th million item of the day (parenting a toddler is really just about bending over and picking things up. Constantly.).
I’d also like the dog and cats to stop flippin’ shedding already, I can’t keep up. I’d like someone to steam clean the smell of dog out of my couch. I’d like the dirty hand prints washed off the kitchen walls – the recently scrubbed kitchen that shined it was so clean. Was so clean, you wouldn’t know it now.
On the one hand, I want to not be pregnant anymore, yet on the other hand, this is the last time* I will be pregnant and I kind of want to sit and cherish it.
And I’d like to practice my relaxation techniques for labour and for over a week haven’t managed to find the time.
I think what I need to do is some re-prioritizing, but its a lot easier to just complain in a blog post.
*I think.