As for the rest of the pregnancy, well, we’re entering the home stretch I suppose. Of course I feel like I’ve been personally stretched for some time. I am all around achy and just can’t seem to sleep at all. I’m fine for about an hour, or if I’m lucky two, but then I begin to get sore and simply can’t lie down any longer. Pillows still don’t help, so I find myself venturing in to watch Jacob sleep for a few minutes every couple of hours. He’s so adorable that it takes my mind off the fact that I’m awake. Generally, after such a change of position I can settle in for another few minutes … that is if I can stop my mind from racing.
I’ve found suddenly that I simply can’t stand the piles of boxes anymore. Our basement was nearly cleaned out and then we discovered a leak in the garage, which caused us to move the majority of our unpacked boxes back into the basement. Here I sit, typing amidst a dozen piles of unorganized junk. Apparently everyone thinks this is the so-called “nesting” instinct. This is one aspect of pregnancy I just don’t agree with. It’s not so much that moms are called to nest and prepare their home for a new arrival, as it is that we’re bored. We’re pretty much sick of being pregnant (at least at times) and there is nothing we can do to speed up the process. So, out of a sheer lack of options, cleaning and preparation becomes the next logical step in the progression. How does the saying go? Time flies when you’re having fun? Well, even if cleaning house is not truly “fun,” time flies when you’re busy too. At least that’s my theory.