After doing the laundry, vacuuming, scrubbing the bathroom and kitchen, dusting, sweeping, putting the recyclables in bags, removing cat fur off the furniture, and cleaning poop off the catâs butt, Iâve decided to take a break and do a post before starting dinner.
Apparently, this isnât nesting, since Iâm not going overboard enough as everyone says. Nesting means Iâm supposed to be cleaning neurotically. I canât even nest properly. Iâm supposed to be cleaning ceilings (we have 10 ft. ceilings, and Iâm not ready to get a huge ladder and try to balance on it to clean a couple of cobwebs), the tops of cupboards, scrubbing the grout in the shower (oh wait, I did that this morning). But I clean like this once a week normally. So how would I even know that Iâm nesting?
Washing the baby clothes, bedding, and organizing all the baby stuff in the nursery isnât ânestingâ either. Itâs just me trying to be organized. Maybe Iâll end up skipping this nesting phase.
Iâm not posting a picture of my belly anymore; yesterday at the park a woman told me that I looked too big to be carrying a girl. Strangers seem to be more open in telling me what they think during these last few weeks. The week before, another woman told me I didnât look like I dropped at all. The week before that, another woman told me I didnât look big enough. The week before that, a guy was pretending to breathe through contractions, blowing spit on my face as he bagged my groceries. He told me not to yell at my husband when I was in labor. Can I yell at you instead, random cashier guy? I get really tired of that comment. Especially from strangers. Or anyone, for that matter.
At least no one tried to touch my belly. Thanks to the giant âf**k off sign I seem to have on my forehead these days.
I seem to be doing too well these days (other than being exhausted at times). I ate a whole bunch of super spicy Sichuan food on Friday night, which brought on some contractions throughout the night; unfortunately they faded by Saturday afternoon. I walked a lot on Saturday and Sunday, which did nothing. Sometimes I feel like this baby will never come out. A part of me canât believe everything will change in a week or two, another part of me canât imagine anything will change at all.
I apologize for the virus I had on my website before. Thanks to my friend at neonomadic.com who helped me fix the issue this afternoon. Everything seems to be working fine again. If anyone has any issues with the site just e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org and let me know and Iâll try to fix it promptly. I was wondering why no one was posting comments for the past few days; my husband said it was because my last post was rude and nobody wanted to respond. Now I know itâs because of a virus, not because you all hate me. I hope. And if I seemed to be rude, well, Iâm not. Sometimes I need to vent once in awhile; not everything is sunshine and flowers all the time.
Other than cleaning, Iâll be spending my time writing down funny, witty responses to the question, âDid you have the baby yet?â I meanâ¦something like that wouldnât have slipped my mind. Believe me, I WILL let you know when I give birth. But Iâm sure Iâll be hearing the question way more than I have already.