Not too long after posting about my upcoming Passion Party, did I receive an invite to an online Pampered Chef party. Damn, do I sound all domestic or what? I could use a microwave steamer however, for vegetables.
It’s all dark and rainy today, which makes me so apathetic about work, being here, etc. Yesterday went by incredibly fast, both the day and night. It was 12:30 before I knew it and somehow I managed to not fall asleep on the couch. I guess I only do that when Ash is home because I feel more comfortable. I guess it’s good though that I’m not wasting my nights away sleeping uncomfortably on the couch. I get more done, like laundry. I can’t imagine how exponentially laundry will increase when I have to do baby clothes: onesies and little burp rags, washcloths (especially to cover boy bits during changes, to avoid geyser type accidents), and crib sheets, etc. Ahh laundry. At least I have one of the best washer/dryers EVER. (Siemens brand, front loader)
So, I’m trying to decipher the difference between movement and hiccups. With the baby that is. I can tell when it’s a kick or punch instead of simple movement. But what do hiccups feel like? All in all, trying to explain to someone what any of this feels like is pretty difficult.
I had a dream last night that I had twin boys and they were absolutely beautiful. More beautiful than most babies come out. But the dream got weird when, suddenly, they became hunting dogs and we were training them to retrieve ducks that I was shooting. Scary huh? That’s the second baby/dog dream I have had. Last week, I dreamt that I could not deliver my baby so my dog, Iggy, volunteered to do it for me. The doctors held him up under his front legs and out dropped the baby. Creepy huh?
Well, it’s getting to be about that time that I need to get up off my ass and move around some.