Let me just say . . . I may just have a problem when Christmas is over. I might, potentially, may be addicted to online shopping. Why have I never online Christmas shopped before? I mean, I've ordered an occasional gift or two, but whoah. This year takes the cake. Today is NOVEMBER 28 and most of my Christmas shopping is done. Me. The one who is out shopping like a maniac on Christmas Eve every year. It's still November, for crying out loud. In a way, I am beyond impressed with myself for having so much of it done so far. Not only have I scored some pretty amazing deals, but I am also having fun *cough* opening every package that is delivered to my door. It's like Christmas already, and the gifts aren't even for me! It's thrilling!
Knowing that I will be 37 and a half weeks pregnant by Christmas, I think that my inner "preservation mode" has clicked on. Anything that can be done now, I'm working on accomplishing. If I have almost zero energy right now, I can be almost certain that I will have even less in just a few weeks.
Christmas aside, I am also finding that I am much more prepared for this little one than I was for Natalie. I have my second freezer well-stocked with frozen meals that will end up being life-savers later down the road. I don't think I even had frozen CHICKEN PATTIES when Natalie came. This time, though, I have soups, chili, and all manner of yummy eats just waiting for the day when I am too tired to cook.
We're pushing along our "get the house ready to sell" to-do list, and I am pretty excited. Our windows should be good as new in a few weeks, we'll put in a new stove, and I've procured the use of a carpet cleaner to make our two carpeted rooms look AMAZING. After that, all we have to do is storage. It's still a lot, and I will definitely need help with packing things, but we're getting CLOSER. I can almost SMELL it. Lord willing, I won't have to call Patrick with my "I loaded the groceries on the belt, separated the perishables from the non-perishables, had TWO FEET between the groups, BEGGED the cashier to please keep them separate when she bagged them because 'I live on a third floor condo and have to get my pregnant self, my 17 month old, and the groceries up the steps and I'd like to leave the non-refrigerated stuff in the car until I have the energy for another trip' and I STILL had to separate out my groceries in the FREEZING RAIN" rant (yes, this just happened again yesterday, and I was less than thrilled).
People keep telling me, "Oh, you've got time left" regarding the length of time until the baby comes, but, thankfully, I have realized that I do NOT "have time." Christmas is in a few weeks: cookies, shopping, parties, time with family . . . and then right after Christmas I will be 38 weeks. 38 WEEKS. Natalie came at 39. Soooo, I am learning to make the most of my time and to work hard now so that I'm not "killing" myself later. My how time does fly.
Knowing that I will be 37 and a half weeks pregnant by Christmas, I think that my inner "preservation mode" has clicked on. Anything that can be done now, I'm working on accomplishing. If I have almost zero energy right now, I can be almost certain that I will have even less in just a few weeks.
Christmas aside, I am also finding that I am much more prepared for this little one than I was for Natalie. I have my second freezer well-stocked with frozen meals that will end up being life-savers later down the road. I don't think I even had frozen CHICKEN PATTIES when Natalie came. This time, though, I have soups, chili, and all manner of yummy eats just waiting for the day when I am too tired to cook.
We're pushing along our "get the house ready to sell" to-do list, and I am pretty excited. Our windows should be good as new in a few weeks, we'll put in a new stove, and I've procured the use of a carpet cleaner to make our two carpeted rooms look AMAZING. After that, all we have to do is storage. It's still a lot, and I will definitely need help with packing things, but we're getting CLOSER. I can almost SMELL it. Lord willing, I won't have to call Patrick with my "I loaded the groceries on the belt, separated the perishables from the non-perishables, had TWO FEET between the groups, BEGGED the cashier to please keep them separate when she bagged them because 'I live on a third floor condo and have to get my pregnant self, my 17 month old, and the groceries up the steps and I'd like to leave the non-refrigerated stuff in the car until I have the energy for another trip' and I STILL had to separate out my groceries in the FREEZING RAIN" rant (yes, this just happened again yesterday, and I was less than thrilled).
People keep telling me, "Oh, you've got time left" regarding the length of time until the baby comes, but, thankfully, I have realized that I do NOT "have time." Christmas is in a few weeks: cookies, shopping, parties, time with family . . . and then right after Christmas I will be 38 weeks. 38 WEEKS. Natalie came at 39. Soooo, I am learning to make the most of my time and to work hard now so that I'm not "killing" myself later. My how time does fly.
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