A Sunbeam

There is a long-standing joke in my family. Whenever somebody says something totally off base, unrelated, and random, my dad will start singing "A sunbeam, a sunbeam, Jesus wants me for a sunbeam..." And really this makes sense, has anyone ever spent an hour in a classroom full of 4-5 year olds? "Can anyone tell me who this (hold up picture) is?" The most likely responses are something like "My dog had puppies" or "I got to go swimming."

Well I seem to be stuck in Sunbeam-Land. Or at least my attention span is. My ability to concentrate on anything for more than 10 minutes.... well it's pretty pathetic. And my brain is tired of it. My brain wants to relax and settle into something, like a good long book. But I can't even make it through an entire song on the radio without changing stations.

I think part of it is the Braxton-Hicks contractions. They make me incredibly antsy. One hits and I can't quite catch my breath or swallow and all I can do is get up and move around until it goes away. That is only going to get worse, right? How do pregnant people get anything done?

Mr. Renn is expecting me to be much more productive and focused than I am. We have so much to do to get ready for the baby and the move. I don't think he'll be able to stand it if I blame one more thing I can't do or didn't get finished on being pregnant. I'm getting tired of having to use it as an excuse..... but it's the truth!