Today, while my Best Pie Ever was baking in the oven, I got one of those mythical bursts of energy and cleaned our bathroom. It was looking disgusting and needed a really good cleaning. It felt so good to mop down that floor and then stand back and see everything look clean. The sink, the mirror, the toilet… ahahaha. Cleeaaannnn.

So I figure that’s what I’ve been doing wrong… I’ve been going to bed early. That’s when I get my energy, lol. (Or maybe my energy is finally coming back? Nah… better not get that into my head… better to believe it’s just a fluke!)

I am full of snot. It’s disgusting. Every morning I wake up (which is a laborious project all on it’s own), then reach for a tissue so I can hopefully attempt to breathe. Also? I don’t think I ever mentioned this, but when I was on the progesterone suppositories, I wore a panty liner every day. Well duh right? I was so happy to stop them, and stop using a panty liner! And then I realized…. a good amount of that grossness I was secreting “down there” was NOT because of the suppositories. It just kept coming. And to this day. Yep, panty liners are my friend! I guess this is what people meant by “increased mucous production” during pregnancy. Interesting. (Or some other word used to describe completely gross things.)

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Headache tonight. I had one before I went to bed, but it wasn’t *that* bad. I figured, it’s okay, I’ll just go to bed and sleep it off. Falling asleep was a little difficult, but no big deal. Then I woke up at 4am… and still had the effing headache. Arrgggg. I hate taking anything for mere headaches, especially now that I’m pregnant… but like Den said, Tylenol is safe, just take it! So I did. Headache finally going away.

You know, when I was at my appointment on friday with my Midwife she asked me about headaches. “Nope!” I said cheerily. “Just one, once – but nothing else!” Oh that figures. I’ve had about 4 this week.

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I am 12w6d pregnant. I feel so incredibly lucky and blessed to be here. One more day until I celebrate first trimester being over! How freakin’ crazy is that?

Quick stop in at the Midwife’s office today to try again to hear the heartbeat. Den met me there, as he wanted to hear it. I really didn’t think she was going to find it still, after hearing on wednesday how tipped my uterus still is. First thing she did was do a quick feel of my belly, she said, “Good growth this week!” Then she put the doppler on my belly, moved it around and… there it was!! Right dead-center above my pubic bone. It’s really cool to know that the baby is right there.

Den was enthralled. He said he was surprized, that he thought it would be more of a “thump thump” than a “whoosh whoosh”. He was imitating the heartbeat sound all the way out to the truck, and probably all the way home too. :)

Midwife said the heartrate was in the “130’s, 140’s,” and I think that was just her ballpark, she didn’t count. I’m willing to bet, since on friday it was 147, that it’s right around there still.

What a crazy thing huh? To hear the little heart beating away, knowing baby’s inside me. It’s still hard to wrap my brain around that. During ultrasounds it kind of feels like the baby’s in the monitor, not in me, you know? Even though I’m growing – I feel positively huge this week compared to last week – it’s such a different thought to comprehend that I have a little creature growing in me.

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I think I may indeed be getting a little bit of my energy back. Today when I got home from work I cooked dinner and cleaned the kitchen. It wasn’t a thorough cleaning, but I unloaded the dishwasher, put all the dirty ones in there, washed the sink out, ran the dishwasher, cleaned off the counter, swept and mopped the floor, etc.

Of course, then I went and had a nap, so…

But really? I’m starting to feel a little upset about the house. I want the house to be in order and finally working right – with stuff where it should be – when the baby comes. Yes I have like 6 months left. But there’s a lot to do… We need to start tearing down the panelling in our bedroom so we can paint and finally get this room looking like an oasis. I was so focussed on the baby’s room, but in reality we’re going to be spending a TON of time in our bedroom for the first few months. I would kind of like it to be a nice place to be.

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On to the waayyy TMI category. You’ve been warned.

I mentioned my previous intestinal trouble (I couldn’t go – for days), and then how it resolved itself (I went… alot). Well during that I noticed I was spotting… and not from my hoo-ha, if you know what I mean. Happened again today. Now I don’t think whatever happened down there is very bad, but I can’t say it’s all that comfortable to go right now.

All I keep thinking is – I guess it’s only going to get worse from here. Wheee.

I thought we weren’t supposed to start nesting until the third trimester? Apparently I missed that memo, because as soon as my energy started coming back (a couple of days ago, remember that burst of energy I had?) I started cleaning. The cleaning has been BADLY neglected for three months, and it’s driving me crazy.

Last night I had somewhat of an anxiety attack, just laying here thinking about how disgusting the house is, and got up and started flying around with a garbage bag. Den caught me and directed me into the bedroom corner (a nice, small starting spot) and I cleaned that right out, vacuumed the bedroom and everything. Today Den and I got up early to go out to breakfast (I need to ask for less strawberries next time… they always drown the poor waffle, so it’s soggy by the time I get to it!). And then we tackled the living room. We didn’t do a really GOOD job yet – we both started getting tired – and my desk is piled HIGH with paperwork to file and other crap that I can’t even identify. But everything’s picked up off the floor, all the trash has been tossed (you know – the crap paperwork you leave laying around and little odds and ends that somehow migrate to the table surfaces), and it’s been vacuumed.

Do note that we have all hardwood floors. And that our broom broke. :sigh: This makes me very frustrated. Although, our biggest problem is fur. With two dogs and two cats, te fur is everywhere. Sweeping never really solved the problem, the fur would fly up in all directions and make me want to screech like a harpy. When my parents were visiting they bought us a gift… a shop-vac. Den picked out one with a pretty strong motor. It freaking rocks. All that fur? Poof, gone. Unfortunately, as I learned yesterday… it also sucks up socks and dog toys (the big ones!!). Umm, oops. Luckily we rescued them.

I just feel so much better now. I still am feeling stressed when I look around the rest of the bedroom, but I hae to realize we can’t do the whole house at once. I think I need to tackle my mound o’ clothes on top of Zoe’s crate… dig out the effing closet, vacuum the hell out of that corner, and take all the useless clothes off to the Salvation Army. Then I’ll feel miles better!!

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I am going to kill the stupid bird who keeps scraping around right outside the bedroom window. Go away, you little bugger!! I need a nap!

Yes, despite the bursts of energy, they are still “bursts” – and in between I really need a nap!! Especially since I need to go to work this afternoon for a little bit. I should probably get a nap in before I go.