I'm having a miserably hard time collecting my thoughts lately just to have interpersonal conversations, let alone to write.
Packing packing, packity pack pack pack.
Having endless half-finished conversations about the logistics of our massive move.
Never quite figuring anything out or making any concrete decisions.
Running out of time.
Feeling sluggish and still nauseous, even if there is improvement.
Never getting quite enough sleep.
Not having access to any of my stuff, which would throw anybody's groove off.
Finally getting my tooth fixed that cracked way back when I was pregnant with the Captain. That's 2 years with a broken tooth; have I got my priorities in order or what?
(my new smile, except for the part where my lip was still numb...)
I am just awesome. Awesome awesome awesome. Now off to schedule my ultrasound. I've been procrastinating that for a week now. And to take some stuff I sold on ebay to the post office. It sort of has to get mailed by tomorrow or else ebay and my buyer can call me a big fat liar. It's a big, non-machinable package, so there's really no way around post-officing. Post-officing with large (2-hands to carry) packages and two kids. Also awesome.
I want a nap.
3 comments:
Is it time for the gender ultrasound already? Please have a girl, so I can send you all my baby girl clothes once you have a new address. I gave HSF all the bigger girl clothes for Peanut.
Whew, I need a nap just reading that! BUT, the good thing is, soon you will be so close to lots of family and friends, you'll be able to get in enough naps to make up for it. If you let yourself that is! :)
Going to the post office is killer with kids and big boxes. Ick. Kermit's little girl stuff is cute! I'm sending baby girl vibes your way. Can't wait to hear the official comment on your new baby!
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