The best I can say

The second floor of my house is one big room. Kitchen at one end, living room at the other end, dining room table in the middle. During dinner last night (which I actually MADE, for REAL, with an OVEN) I was sitting on the side of the table that backs up to the kitchen counter. Totally exhausted by my dinner making efforts, I leaned back in the chair, pulled up my hair up off my neck and let it drop- as you do when you are tired and sweaty and can't find a hair tie.

Except I'd let my hair drop into the pan I baked the sausages in, and my split ends were now coated with sausage grease.

After dinner I took myself and my sausage hair to Target (to RETURN things, JEEZ) and even if I'd wanted to spend more money I couldn't, because every step popped my hips farther and farther out of joint.

Later on that evening I was trying to do some writing, but all I could think about was how there was not enough padding on my chair.

"Everything hurts," I said to Phillip just before I settled down to a night of drooling into my pillow. "Nothing's in the right place. And I didn't wash the sausage out my hair."

"At least you smell good," he said. " Mmm, MEAT."

And that's sort of how I'm feeling these days. Like the best you can say about me is that I smell like meat.

A few months ago a friend of mine, who's now due in DAYS, was asking me how I felt this time around. "Everything hurts more with this pregnancy," she said, longing for the comparative ease and breeze of her first baby. I was barely into the second trimester then, and couldn't relate.

BUT NOW? I still have three months to go and by the end I fear they're going to have to use a hydraulic lift to get me out of bed in the mornings.

To make myself feel a smidge more productive I'm going to post a list of Things To Accomplish Before The Baby Is Born in my sidebar. I figure this is better than inundating you with boring posts about my things to accomplish, but still gives me the accountability factor. For example, last night I decided the baby isn't going to sleep in the Pack 'n Play, the baby is going to sleep in a porta-crib. Which we don't have and will have to purchase. I have come up with all sorts of reasons to justify buying another (smaller!) crib, mainly so I can keep the Pack 'n Play downstairs for those sketchy who-knows-when-it-will-happen nap times. But the actual reason is because I want to buy cute girly bedding and I can't buy cute girly bedding for a Pack 'N Play. I'd tell you not to tell Phillip, but now when he finds out I want to buy another crib and another bedding set, I can just say, "That's what you get for telling me I smell like meat."

Comments

[Becky]

LOL, I think as a woman expecting a daughter you have an inalienable right to cute girl bedding.
:) becky
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[Jen]

I think sausage grease sounds like it ought to be good for hair. Moisturizing.

[Jess]

Cute girl bedding is TOTALLY a reason to buy a crib. Also, the idea of sausage grease in my hair makes me cringe. But then, I don't like sausages.

[Liz]

Hahaha. I love Phillip's response. That's totally something Adam would say. And then he'd try to smooch on me obnoxiously.

[Melissa]

Maggie-

I haven't read your blog in awhile (obviously, because I am just now figuring out your pregnant)So Congrats!!!! That's awesome.

I love your justification on the crib/sheets thing, go for it, like you said Phillip did say you smelled like meat;-)

[Manda]

I kinda wanna cuss right now. Because how could this get MORE uncomforable the second time around? With a child to tend to? OH FRICK.