No wonder I'm going nowhere.
lol
I keep thinking of everything I'll get done, and then the days go by and nothing happens.... I can't only blame my darling son, I have this tendency without pregnancy, it's just so much more conveniently inconvenient to do things right now.... if I stand for too long, I get sore. If I bend over too much, I get sore. If I sit on the ground (say, instead of bending over to organize shelves etc...) you guessed it, I get sore.
Convenient that it's so inconvenient to get things done, so conveniently I get to spend much of my time hanging out with my lovely daughter, and being on the laptop when she's in bed.... Oh, the bed gets made, the floors get swept, and I even cook. A bit, but often the dishes aren't done and the things I'd meant to do are lying in shambles in the living room when Phil gets home at midnight.
I'm not feeling so guilty about it though... I just tell myself I'll be better when he's here, and my body is my own part-time again (other than cow-on-call duties).
However, this might be my not-so-subtle way of procrastinating, again-still, and putting off whipping myself into a routine. I do want to be an organized, efficient stay-at-home mom.... if only it didn't take so much work. Couldn't I do it sitting down?
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