I think the kitties like having someone home with them. They still get into stuff, but it’s not quite as bad. They actually stayed in bed with us most of the night, which is a first. I only had to kick them out of the bedroom after J went to work.
I hear the girl, Stinker(bell) getting into something. I look over, and she found a plastic jar that normally holds bungee cords. And her head is stuck in it. I can’t help but start laughing. In fact, I ran to get the camera. No, I didn’t pull it off of her head. It wasn’t hurting her and she wasn’t having trouble breathing. So I grabbed J’s camera and took a couple of shots. I’m sure they’re pretty crappy, because I was laughing pretty hard. She didn’t run away, though, and I was able to get it off of her. It came off quite easily.
That cat is nuts, I tell you.
Believe it or not, I do actually plan to talk a little about what I’ve been doing to manage my diabetes. Now that I have some time off, I’m hoping I’ll be able to devote some time to it. I do still have some things to do around the house, as I’ve bemoaned many times.
It appears, though, that things are okay because of my restrictive diet. But man, am I tired of the same things over and over. When you find something that works, you want to stick to it. Even if it’s boring. I’m so sick of food that I don’t even want to eat sometimes. I’m trying, though. My weight is good – I’ve only gained about 30 pounds, which is right where they want me.
Doctor’s appointment today, so I’ll know if the Wee One is making preparations to appear. Took some pics to post later, too. I’ll be back tomorrow, if nothing else. Gotta do some cleaning!
I was in your class when the Challenger shuttle exploded. We heard the announcement over the intercom and you were visibly upset because a teacher had been on board. We were shocked with you.
I’m participating in x365.
For some reason, my content manager time is off. I wrote a post at 11 pm last night, and it put it at midnight. Trying to change the settings, but it’s not working. Hmmm, could effect my NaBloPoMo entries. So I guess I’ll have to watch that. Not sure why it didn’t go to Daylight Savings. I have it set to. But then again, this is a very old copy of EE, so maybe that’s part of the problem. No update for the change in DST? Who knows. But I don’t know how to fix it.
Our birthdays are one month apart. When we rode the bus together, I somehow managed to find your seat every day, even when you were hiding. I’d sit down, look over, there you were.
I’m participating in x365.
Today was my last day of work for almost 3 months. Wow, that seems weird. I know it’s going to fly by. I just hope I manage to enjoy and savor it a bit. Tomorrow morning, I don’t have to heed the alarm. But I do have a lot of things to take care of. Like packing a hospital bag, for one. Doing a bit more cleaning. Yes, the nesting bug has hit. Hard.
Oh, and killing my cats because they are driving me crazy!
You were Doug’s secretary. We both got to ride in Ron’s beautifully restored car, a woody. You were kind to me even when everyone else was probably laughing at me. And I thank you.
I’m participating in x365.
You were a huge flirt. I was flattered, young, and didn’t know better. I thought it was harmless—found out the hard way it wasn’t. I wonder how many people were laughing at me?
I’m participating in x365. Won’t you?
When you’re 38 weeks pregnant, it’s hard to avoid Baby On Brain (B.O.B.). Really, if you hadn’t already noticed, a lot of stuff here has been all-baby, all-the-time. I just can’t help it. It has taken over my body, my brain, and the house. I don’t know if there’s even a way to avoid it. Maybe not.
I am trying, though. My life has lately consisted of getting ready for baby, so I have been utterly and completely boring. I’ll try to think of something else to talk about. Soon. Like how much I’m looking forward to going back to see family during the holidays. Yes, that’s kinda baby-related, too, but it’s more than that. Really, it is.
No, it IS. I promise.
Moving around is getting harder and my gait is slowing quite a bit. I probably even waddle. Once I get into a sitting position, it’s hard to get out of it. I can’t lean forward, my stomach is so hard. A slight recline is probably the most comfortable position I can be in. Forget bending over while I’m standing. Not gonna happen. I now have to ask others to pick up things I’ve dropped. Oh, and since I’ve turned into a klutz, that’s quite often. I can’t hold on to the simplest things. My fingers refuse to cooperate.
This is just the way things will be for the next couple of weeks. It’s uncomfortable and inconvenient, yet I’m still okay with that.
Because as things get harder physically, they are getting a bit easier mentally. A month ago, I wanted this over with. I was done. Just DONE. In spite of my cumbersomeness (that is too a word!), I feel better than I did then. My energy level is slightly better. I’m used to feeling this way now, so I guess I’ve adjusted.
I’ve settled into waiting mode. I’m not in any rush. Wee One makes his appearance when he does, as I’ve said before. It’s funny how that has changed. Maybe the reason is this: the longer he waits, the more time I have to get ready. I am in cleaning mode now. I wondered if I’d ever get the energy back, and I have. I did several hours of laundry yesterday just to get it all out of the way (blankets and sheets and towels that just seem to get left for more pressing laundry—like underwear).
I did not know that getting housework done would actually feel satisfying. But because I feel like I’m making progress, it does. Who is this person that’s taken over my body?
