More fun

Okay, so that last post was funner than I thought it would be. Evidently, I DO have time to sit and dink around on my computer! Here's another one from Jolene... You are supposed to list 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself, and then there were rules about linking or tagging or something. But again, not so much of a rule follower, just doing this for fun. Hmm....7 random things about me:

1. I am so very pregnant, everything hurts, and I still have several weeks to go. My daughter's teacher told me today I looked like I was going to pop. I love it when tall cute skinny 26-year-old's tell me things like that. (It was a well-intentioned comment, she's actually a real sweetie).

2. Everything in my life seems to cycle. For example, I seem to go from wanting to totally just get after it and get things done, to totally procrastinating. Like right now, I have 3 loads of clean laundry waiting to be folded, lunch to clean up, snacks to prepare for girls coming home from school, and what am I doing? That's right, blogging! Each cycle seems to last a couple of weeks, and then flow back into the other way.

3. I love music, but have no musical talent or ability.

4. I wish I had more physical talent, like for dance or sports.

5. I always dream about the characters in the books I am reading, as if their lives are intertwined with mine.

6. I would rather lose a child than leave my children motherless. (I know, morbid and type-A)

7. I believe that people are capable most anything, given the right (or wrong) circumstances.

Bloggy fun

So, I've been tagged (I'm still not sure what that really entails!) by my dear friend Jolene. I think I am supposed to answer all of these questions with only one word, and then pass it on. However, since I am so NOT the passing on type, just enjoy!

1.Where is your cell phone? table
2.Where is your significant other? work
3.Your hair color? newly chestnutty auburn (love it!)
4.Your mother? nurturing
5.Your father? strong
6.Your favorite thing? thing...as in, Oprah? computer system in my new van
7.Your dream last night? nope
8.Your dream/goal? peace
9.The room you're in? kitchen
10.Your hobby? canning!
11.Your fear? mortality
12.Where do you want to be in 6 years? here
13.Where were you last night? home
14.What you're not? obsessive (really!)
15.One of your wish list items? cabinets
16.Where you grew up? California
17.The last thing you did? lunch
18.What are you wearing? wouldn't you like to know
19.Your t.v.? Guy Fieri paused
20.Your pet? hah!
21.Your computer? lifeline
22.Your mood? expectant
23.Missing someone? old friends
24.Your car? 2nd home
25.Something you're not wearing? wouldn't you like to know
26.Favorite store? GAP
27.Your summer? hot...prego...allergies...Twilight (swoon...)
28.Love someone? lots!
29.Favorite color? depends
30.Last time you laughed? today ~ haunted gingerbread houses, 2nd grade
31.Last time you cried? unnecessary

Evidently (my new favorite word) I am incapable of using only one word.

Nesting

Several weeks ago, a good friend of mine asked me if I had been nesting yet. Foolishly, I replied, "No, I don't think I will go through that with this pregnancy. I have everything I need for the baby, etc., etc." Hah! Then the third trimester hormones kicked in. For the past two weeks or so, I have been running around like a mad woman trying to "get everything ready" for when the baby comes. I have purchased coming home from the hospital outfits for both genders (as we don't know the sex of the baby), onesies, diapers, post-delivery necessities for me, new clothes for the entire family, winter outerwear for all three of the children we already have, Shawn's birthday presents, nursing gowns, diaper bags, blankets, Halloween costumes, stockpiles of household necessities because clearly, my husband can't be expected to go to the grocery store (whatever, he goes every week now since I have hit the point where it is just too painful for me, physically and emotionally - the lady at WalMart told me I look like a watermelon). Hmm, have I left anything out? Every time I go on another brutal shopping trip (picture my enormous belly lifting cases of diapers, laundry detergent, etc. off the shelves at Sam's Club), I call Shawn on the way home and swear "I am never doing that again. I am done running errands. My body hurts, the kids are driving me crazy, people are staring at me as if I am about to give birth to sextuplets. I'm not doing it any more!" And then, without fail, I do it again. At home, in addition to canning and freezing vegetables, I have been cleaning as if I am preparing to give birth to royalty. Organizing closets and kids' clothes, running loads to the D.I.; today I scrubbed all of my kitchen cupboards - inside and out. I'm afraid to go back into the kitchen for fear I might pass out from the bleach fumes. On the list for this week and next is cleaning the fridge, inside and out, washing windows, inside and out, and cleaning every household surface possible with my steam cleaner. Window sills and the washer/dryer are in particularly dire need. My goal is to, one day soon, be DONE. So that I can just sit and relax until the baby comes. Whatever, you say? It won't happen, you say? We'll see. I was hoping that this post would alleviate some of my stress, but I am afraid it has only reminded me of several more things to stress about: storage tubs of baby clothes for both sexes need to be dug out of hiding, organized, and clothes washed, a hospital bag needs to be packed (so what if I still have 7 weeks, no sense in putting it off), when am I going to decorate and shop for Christmas?, and when, oh when, am I going to manage going to the Twilight movie (it comes out on the day we expect to have the baby)???

I should have entitled this post Crazy Pregnant Woman's Panic-Induced Rant.

Even if I had pictures to describe the state I am in, I would probably be too ashamed to share them.