Slow Day

Yes, today is a slow day. Not that other days haven't been slow, especially since my pregnancy weighs increasingly heavier on me as each day passes. Slugs probably crawl farther in one day than I have lately. But slugs don't have pelvic bones separating under the weight of their unborn. Can you say, "Ouch"?

I dread getting out of bed in the morning because of stiff body parts that have to move and a bladder that will probably need to be emptied three times in a row before the urge to urinate disappears...if it does so at all.

Also, getting out of bed means the first thing I'll see is my enviable cankles and sausage feet. How uplifting!

My husband is currently sleeping. He reported to his ship this morning, then came home and puked his guts out. Poor guy. Not a great way to start the day.

I've used up almost all of my jewelry-making supplies, so I'm waiting for more to come in the mail. Considering they're being delivered by UPS Ground, there's no telling when they'll arrive. In the meantime, I'm trying to write out thank-you cards for all the people who brought gifts to my baby shower...two weeks ago. I can usually get through 3 or 4 cards before I feel mentally drained and have to stop. I suppose I'll finish them sometime before my unborn son graduates from college.

I'm hoping to leave the apartment sometime today to visit Babies R' Us. I still have a car seat to purchase. I'm feeling a bit anxious to set up the nursery and procure the last of the baby necessities because I feel the birth drawing near. It may not happen this month (God forbid!), but I doubt I will reach my due date in mid January. My husband is obviously nervous about it. He has banned me from uttering the word "contraction" within his hearing.

I suppose I should really start packing that hospital bag...just in case.