We moved. Success. We got a Christmas tree. Success.
And I'm finished.
As of 2 weeks ago, I had a million things I wanted to accomplish. Packing up our place. Moving. Decorating for Christmas. Getting a Christmas tree. Finishing making our stockings. Making that pretty felt Christmas tree decoration.
And I did it! With the help of others, of course. We had lots of help packing, moving, and unpacking for which I am incredibly grateful.
I had energy until Tuesday of this week. That night I stayed up too late, woke up every hour or so from indigestion or having to pee, and got up too early.
After that I pretty much shut down.
Luckily my mom was here on Wednesday and took care of me, Graham, and Dixie. (Not to mention she unpacked and arranged Graham's room and it looks adorable.)
I've felt sick on and off since then and am just past the point of caring.
We haven't even begun to unpack or arrange our own room, and I really don't care. We have the most beautiful Christmas tree. (We cut it down today! I LOVE it!) It's not decorated, and I really don't care. There are some things I need to add to my hospital bag, but my stomach is too upset tonight to actually get up and grab the stuff. I should probably write out some basic instructions for taking care of Graham before we run off to the hospital, but I'm too tired.
The nesting period is obviously over.
I'm so worn out I don't even want to go into labor. Really, who wants to go into labor when they're already exhausted? So I've been telling the baby to stay in a bit longer until I can muster up the energy (or will power) to push him out.
Is it bedtime yet?
3 years ago