That Wasn’t So Hard

Pregnancy always makes me feel like I’m suffocating.  I’m not, actually, it turns out that my body, in the midst of all the pregnancy hormones and readjusting itself to accommodate a growing baby, is actually forcing me to take deeper breaths.  Somehow this translates into my feeling breathless. 

I’ll just have to learn to ignore it because it only gets worse as the baby gets bigger.  Then it becomes aggravated by the feeling that I can’t quite empty my bladder.  Can’t empty the bladder, can’t fill the lungs.  What next?  Don’t ask.

Yesterday I spent two hours washing my floors.  Two hours.  My knees are all bruised up.  Needless to say but I’ll say it just the same, they were disgusting.  Changed the muddy water three times.  I’m trying to catch up on all the things I would have been doing right along had I not been sick, but I am waaaay behind.  Last week I washed the upstairs carpets and cleaned my room so that I don’t have to hate, you know, being in there.  The kids rooms are clean, Tommy’s mattress has been washed so it doesn’t smell like pee in his room, I’ve started sorting through clothes, getting rid of what’s too small or too destroyed or too wintry, making room for all of the summer clothes.  But that project is only in baby phase.

The laundry is almost caught up, but that only last so long.  The kids are back to getting ready for bed before 10 o’clock, and they’re actually wearing clothes that are clean and fit them.  Never underestimate how necessary mom is.  If I’m not functioning, this home quickly devolves into the toddler version of a frat house.  It ain’t pretty.  We don’t fling poo and we wash our hands before meals. 

I’ve talked to the two older boys about rearranging bedrooms, giving the three boys my big room, moving Ed and me into Ry and Sean’s room, and making Tommy’s room the baby’s room.  So far, everyone is on board with that executive decision.  We aren’t really a Democracy around here, but I like to give it that appearance.  Hmm, that sounds eerily familiar…

We had a guy over on Saturday to have a look at our garage and to give us some ideas about turning it into a big family room.  He’s going to give us an estimate some time this week.  We shall see…

Now we just have to wait for our level II ultrasound on July 1, at which we will find out that our daughter is perfectly healthy and all systems are go.  No problem.