You begin self-diagnosing! There have been points during the last week that I have convinced myself of all of the following-
- I have gestational diabetes
- I am having twins
- The baby is no longer living
- That, perhaps, I’m not even pregnant
Now, I realize that it’s a little dark and these assumptions are all fairly unlikely and relatively unfounded, but they linger there in the recesses of my mind. It doesn’t help that I had my first good kicks from this kiddo in the car on the way to our blessed tax appointment last Friday (no, seriously, b-l-e-s-s-e-d! It couldn’t have gone better- thank the Lord!) but not a whole lot of action since. That, of course, is totally normal at this stage- I’m only 16 weeks- but it is still frustrating and causing unnecessary worry!
Anywho. My appointment is Friday with my lovely midwife and it just can’t come soon enough! I did text with a good friend of mine today who I like to refer to as my “emotional doula”- she has been at both the boy’s births but won’t be able to attend this one- and she reassured me that spilling all my concerns to my poor midwife and also talking to the baby will help me feel better.
So, kid, could you just kick for heaven’s sake?! No more teasing!
Hmmm… maybe that’s not what she meant….
Well, anyway- I’m just having one of those weird, off days. I’m temperamental, jittery and exhausted. I can barely keep my feet beneath me and plugging through school this morning very nearly lead to all of our demise. Gratefully, however, we are all still here 
and my dishes are even swishing away in the dishwasher- a minor miracle.
We have had numerous showings in the last couple of weeks since putting our house on the MLS which is wonderful. The downside is that everyone loves it but no one wants it… and apparently every realtor in the county gives you no more than 2 hours notice before they want to show up at your house. Attempting to keep the home of a family with two young boys in constant show-worthy condition is zapping the life out of me. I’m so thankful for the showings but it is just an incredibly hard task with many frantic cleanings, hours out of our home and missed naps- all, I’m sure, aiding in my advanced frazzled state.
I’m still wearing my bathrobe- its 1:15.
Hmmmm… things could get interesting if we end up with a showing today…
Oh well, I think I’ll take a nap… 
After I finish my homemade mac and cheese…
And my milk… that was swirled with nothing less than the most decadent and rich homemade dark chocolate syrup (you do know that that stuff in the store doesn’t actually contain any chocolate, right?) I made earlier this week (an Alton Brown recipe that has NOTHING good for you in it… At least I’m honest! Maybe someday I’ll work on a healthy version, but for today, I’ll indulge…)…
And since I’m still in that bathrobe-laden condition, I’m only willing to show you a picture of my feet… Since they don’t look so bad…
Or I guess I could give you this picture from last week that is much improved on the one I actually did post!
Alright- how was that for uplifting? Just oozing with positivity. I’ll stop whining!! Sorry! I’ll post something more upbeat very soon! I promise!
