This weekend was… interesting. I think I pushed myself a little too hard, and ended up paying the price for it. Friday I was at work all day, spending most of it on my feet. I do always try to take breaks and sit down in between being up, but my feet and legs still ache by the end of the day… I can feel this extra weight on me. Then after work I quickly drove home to change and my SIL and I went out to shop, which I did write about.

Saturday I was up early to cook breakfast for us before BIL showed up to work on the basement. I was okay emotionally when I got up, but my legs were freaking hurting. Just overuse, and then of course I had a crap night of sleep because they were tightening up, so in the morning I was a bit of a pickle. I decided, hey! Let’s take a bath. That worked last time. Yeah. Didn’t work so well. I drew the bath water (took forever) only to end up with a tub of lukewarm water and a large pot of water nowhere near boiling on the stove. Which led to meltdown #1 of the day. Den rubbed IcyHot on my sore legs while I attempted to calm down.

Unfortunately there was plenty to do, and no time for a nap (not that I could even have taken one at that point, still too sore). I ended up running to Home Depot a couple of times, which is always fun – pregnant woman wandering around Home Depot with a list that makes little sense to me. (I say “a couple times” because with my pregnant-brain I kept forgetting things!) I knew, logically, that I was simply feeling hormonal and emotional, but it was hard not to throw a hissy fit when I’m standing in the middle of the electrical aisle to buy electrical boxes and I’m staring at 3104 different types of electrical boxes (slight exaggeration). And of course cell phones don’t work all that well inside the fortress that is Home Depot, so I had to keep running (errr, walking slowly) to the front of the store to call Den and ask, “But which ONES?” So I was feeling very frustrated and still pretty sorry for myself on the way home. A song with a good beat came on the radio and I cranked it way up for fun – cranked up the bass too. Just like my brother in his car… it made me think of good times with my brother. I smiled. And then… thinking of my brother made me think of his dog, who just died a couple weeks ago. And suddenly I’m bawling as I’m driving. I call that meltdown #2 of the day.

Den had to apply some sealer to the basement, and I was warned to not be in the house while he was doing it… which worked out fine because I had that hospital tour to go on. Hour and a half spent mostly on my feet – they did let us sit when they could, but most of it was, you know, touring the hospital, which meant walking. Urk.

I did end up coming home and taking a nap. It helped tremendously… I woke up in a far better mood than when I went to sleep, which, trust me, we all appreciated. However I think the pets were on a secret Piss Mommy Off mission that day – they were all completely wired after having been confined all day due to the construction. Zeeke was being a total shithead… he was just so wound up with energy that he was actively looking for something bad to do: grab something off my desk, tip over a garbage can, harass the cat, bark bark bark, run off with something of mommy’s, try to eat mommy’s dinner, and so on. He was driving me NUTS. I was starting to get a little bit cranky. Nap or not, I was stilly achy and wanted to be left alone.

I decided, against my better judgement, to try the bath thing one more time. I put water on the stove ahead of time, drew the bath water. The whole time the dog kept running into the bathroom every chance he got. The cat too, he kept trying to climb INTO the bathwater, and I was repeatedly tossing him out of the damn room. (He does NOT take no for an answer. I don’t think it really penetrates his thick skull.) So the dog is running around being nuts, the cat won’t keep out of the bathroom, and the water, it is still lukewarm. I finally get a full bath, the water boils and we dump it in. I shut everyone out of the bathroom and get in the bath. Relaxing right? Well.. not quite. It still wasn’t warm enough, and it was cooling quickly. I still could have enjoyed it, if it weren’t for the fur floating all over. No matter how much I tried to pick out, the water still had this film of dust and fur and it was totally pissing me off. How the hell can I enjoy a nice bath like that? I can’t. I’m just sitting there naked in the bathtub getting more and more pissed off. Enter meltdown #3. I drained the bath and had a fecking shower. At least it was hot.

So that was my Saturday.

Sunday was better, for sure… but I still hadn’t gotten very good sleep overnight. In the morning I felt okay, but I could certainly feel that cranky hormonal self hiding just under the surface. Knowing we had a Superbowl party to attend that evening I decided (wisely, I might add) to have an extended nap mid-day to prepare myself. And this just shows how exhausted I have been lately with this crap waking-every-few-hours sleep: I took a nap in my bedroom, directly above where the men were working on the basement. Sawing, hammering, yelling over the radio, and every once in a while what literally sounded like a gun going off (some gun-hammer thing to drive nails into cement). And I slept through it all, for nearly 4 hours straight. Out COLD. I don’t think I’ve ever slept that deeply.

We were all grateful that I was awake and in a chipper-ish mood for the Superbowl party. (It still didn’t make the football any more interesting to me, though.)

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I believe I put on more than a few pounds this past week. I’m not really sure why, as I haven’t drastically changed any of my habits or anything, but somehow this past week I gained over 3lbs, according to my weekly weigh-in on Saturday morning. And I know where it went to: my ass! It feels so irritating when I’m sitting in bed. Too much flubber back there, man.

I also think I’m going to be outgrowing my newest bras shortly. Cup size is doing okay, but they’re feeling aweful tight around the ribcage again. :sigh: My ribs must be expanding some more to make room for the little guy. I figure I’ll have to find a 40C? I know my boobs are growing – I know that a 40C is a larger cup than a 36C – but it’s a little irritating to be getting stretchmarks on my boobs when I’m still a C cup! I am now getting little stretchmarks above my nipples… before they were only below the nipples.

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Can I just point out that today is February 5. Two calendar months until my due date. 60 days. Eeek! Today at work my supervisor was talking to me about when my replacement is going to start taking over some of my hours, and she asked if the end of the month was good. I looked at the calendar and thought for a moment, it’s a little earlier than I planned, but the way I feel now it’s definitely a good idea to have someone start taking over some of my hours soon. But then I realized we’re not talking the end of January, it’s February. Holy shit. We’re talking end of February, a month before my due date. Yeah… yeah, I’m definitely ready to give up some of my jobs, lol.

There are some things I’ll be keeping until the end, but I’m finding stuff like cleaning is getting harder and harder. Just bending over and squatting down gets more uncomfortable every week… feels like the baby gets shoved right up into my ribs every time I do it. It’s not like I can’t do things anymore… it just takes me longer to do them.

Plus I’m getting really burnt out with being so busy. :( I’m so freakin’ tired, I’m sleeping like shit, I have clients wanting their stuff done ASAP and my hours at work to put in. It’s a big juggling act, and I just feel so run down. I feel guilty for napping during the day, even though I know that I need it. I haven’t watched any TV at all in weeks – I don’t really have any interest in much TV, but there are a couple of shows that are saved on our DVR that I really want to catch up on, and I can’t seem to find the time to watch even one episode. I haven’t read even a few chapters of my lighthearted fluff novel since sometime last week. I have been even too tired to update this journal.

I’m ready for a break. There’s still a lot of stuff I want to get done before Devin arrives, I need to get the rest of my life in order, and I really really need to finish up my client projects so I can go on haitus. I was really hoping to have everything finished by March so I’d have time to rest and get things done. I hope I can still accomplish that.

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Okay, I think my heartburn has subsided enough to attempt to sleep again. Here’s hoping.