Okay, I’m not really dying.  Well, maybe I’m not – one can never really be too sure.  (Kidding, don’t call 911 on me.)

In the past week, the urge to “nest” has hit hard and strong.  I’m talking like in a CRAZY way.  Imagine all of the “weekend projects” normal couples would try to fit into a year, and that’s what I’m trying to do in oh, 7 weeks.  Because OMG, you OBVIOUSLY can’t wait til the last few weeks because DUDE what if something happens?  So this Queen ListMaker has lists coming out of the wazzoo.  And no, I will not just sit down and breathe thankyouverymuch.  Oh wait, you’ll give me an enchilada and fresh chocolate chip cookie if I do?…Well okay.  But you won’t steer me off task, oh no you won’t.

All of this would be good – it’d mean such things like my house was actually getting REALLY cleaned – except that my energy levels have kind of gone…  FRRRPPP.  THUD.  ERRRKK.  SCREECH!  BANG!  (That was the sound of them hitting a bus, declining rapidly, hitting something else huge and massive, and then I have no idea.  But the energy is gone.  Actually, I feel like *I’ve* been hit by a bus.  Except all of my bones are intact, and except I’m not in horrid pain, and I can see out of my eyeballs, and …okay, bad analogy.

Maybe I should just say I feel exhausted and like I’m going to pass out?  Is that better?  And, by pass out – I don’t mean in the whole DUDE, THAT WEED WAS WICKED.  I COULD TOTALLY PASS THE F’ OUT NOW.  TOTALLY.  Not that I’d know anything about that.  Eh herm.  Nor do I talk like that.  Most days.  But, I mean the unconscious, lying on the floor sort of passing out.  THAT’s how I feel…like I’m gonna do that.  It makes projects and such really a lot less fun.

Yes I’m taking my vitamins.

Yes, I think I felt this way last pregnancy, only it was closer to my due date.  Like, at 34 weeks or so and onwards.

Yes, I’m eating well, and healthy …and snacks.

Yes, I’m drinking lots.

Yes, I’m resting and getting sleep.

So, there’s that.  But, really I still feel good.  I mean, besides the fact that I feel like I’m going to pass out and drop from an exhaustion that can’t be cured by sleep or rest.  I’m not actively hurting except for when the baby-child kicks me in the bladder or other random organs.  Things are good…and I’m feeling pretty happy.  And, oh so thankful.  God has blessed me in huge ways lately.

Like, my new Dyson vacuum?  Omg.  I don’t even know really how this one happened, but by the grace of God, I acquired this and well, it’s one of the coolest *expensive* sort of gifts I’ve received in a long time.  It rocks.  Finally, I don’t have to brush my couch for all of the cat hair (I have two REALLY fuzzy medium haired kitties that shed like crazy).  I was beginning to get confused and just started thinking that maybe the couch kind of came like that…like a shag- couch or something.  But, alas…the Dyson showed me that my couch is indeed not gray but tan!  Who knew?  (Side note:  Lorelei was not impressed with it’s suctioning abilities, however.  Perhaps because I was trying to get her to let me use her hand.)

Oh, and then, my cousin – who I’m renaming SANTA – told me I could have her breast pump that she used with her two kids … for free.  She takes really good care of her stuff and is not wanting any more kids, so she’s giving it to me!!

And, then mom?  Just called and told me to mark the gowns off my list too.

Then, Steven called and said our other SUV is fixed again (yes, again) and it was cheaper than we had expected (PRAISE GOD!) – although they were supposed to just be looking and not really fixing until we gave them the go ahead.  So, yet another PRAISE GOD that it wasn’t something really super expensive, otherwise I hope they take sexual favors or something.  From Steven.

Plus I’m all sorts of thankful for all sorts of other stuff…and I’m just all ….thankful.

I totally got off track there, but yeh. So, I have these TO DO lists…

Hell, I’m just going to make another post.

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