7:15pm. Up until this point I was sitting here feeling awake. 7 rolls around… I start drifting. 7:15 I’m really really drooping. There are things I wanted to do online before I fell asleep though. :(

Devin is not sleepy at all, however. Since I sat down in bed he’s been kicking and tumbling. I see where all my energy is going – he’s hogging it all.

I was telling my coworker about how Devin’s been kicking me. Sometimes it feels like a normal kick out the front, which I could feel if my hand was on my stomach. But sometimes it feels like he does something else, like kick my innards. Those ones make my stomach turn sometimes.

I’ve been using his name now and again in conversation… “Devin’s been very active today.” When it comes out of my mouth I stop and think about how it sounds. At first it sounded so weird, so foreign. Every time I say it it gets a little more familiar, and I think I fall in love with it a little more each time.

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Now it’s 9:15 and it appears I zoned out and never posted this. Snort.

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Some more thoughts… (and yes I split up this post)

I just have random things going through my head. Like, how on earth does a cat sanctuary with around 80 cats in it produce LESS FUR in one day than my two dogs? (Or to be really specific, Den’s dog) I walk in the house and am just at a loss as to how that dog isn’t bald. It’s winter, dude!! Didn’t anyone tell you you’re supposed to keep your coat ON?

Am also unsure as to how that dog has survived 4 years without getting an intestinal blockage. At least tissues – his favorite “treat” – aren’t dangerous. Just irritating as hell. (And where does he find them?? Where where where?? Though it is “treat season”… winter is when the tissues come out en masse.)

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Did I mention my sore back? I don’t think I did. Thanks to StupidDog (not to be confused with IdiotDog, above) and her high-capacity bladder we had to let our mattress air out for two days. I did sleep on it at night, but in the evening after work I napped on the futon. Sounded like an okay idea. It wasn’t. Woke up with a really tight, sore lower back. Really sore. I ended up laying with the reheatable gel pack thingie shoved under my tailbone for an hour, which really helped, but I’ve still been waddling around at work rubbing my back. I don’t know how I EVER thought that futon was the slightest bit comfortable, but it currently feels like a board. I wish to never, ever be without my pillow top all-natural latex mattress. I LOVE this mattress. It was one of the things I really insisted on before getting pregnant, and I am so freaking glad I did.

One of the other things I really wanted before a baby came along was of course a new washer and dryer, since our old one was… old. And small. And didn’t really work all that well. I have to say, I know we spent a pretty penny for our washer and dryer and we could have spent a lot less for non-front-loaders… but I love them. I still love how it chirps a greeting at me when I press the power button. I love how easy it is to add a prewash, or change the temperature setting. They are huge, so we can throw a ton of clothes in there – I’m finding we only need to do a load every week, though we usually split up the colors from the whites. And honestly I don’t even mind the fact that they’re in our kitchen. Our plan to move them to the breezeway has, predictably, been put off due to finances. I thought it would be a big pain in the ass to have them there in the kitchen, but they don’t really bother me at all.

We’re getting there. Slowly. Hopefully we’ll have a lot more done by the time Devin comes around. And I really hope by the time our kids are teens we’ll have a place that we’re really proud of.