Thank God it’s Saturday.
Today ends my work week and I think that I finally got enough rest to finish strong. After enduring yesterday (a day in which every speck of energy felt drained before I even began), I collapsed on the couch that evening with a strong resolve not to lift a finger before morning.
Well, I might have lifted a finger to help Esther onto the bed for a few minutes. My defense? I’m pregnant and she makes me feel calm.
Fortunately, I don’t think Esther will be begging to get back onto the bed anytime soon as she abandoned me after only 20 or so minutes due to my annoying clingyness.
When I realized that I was laying there awake for some time, I grabbed Pilgrim’s Progress and made it a few more pages before conking out again. I really don’t have an explanation for how I’ve gotten to the age of 28 without ever having read this book. But better late than never. So far, so good.
Last night’s dinner was the same as yesterday’s breakfast: cottage cheese and applesauce. I’m sensing a pattern here. Every craving deserves two full meals. Then that craving usually turns into an aversion (especially if I overdid it).
Last night Brian and I googled more baby stuff. A friend has offered us her old crib. We wondered if everyone goes straight to a crib or instead to a bassinet, then crib. Answer: everyone does it differently. Of course. Oh, how I wish there was one concise answer for every question! I just wanna do it right!
New developments: Our microwave seems to be turning on when we open the door. This clearly is a terrible glitch. Being that we’ll need a new one ASAP, we’re looking at the kind that can install over the stove. If that works out for us, then we’ll have more counter space (yippee!) and could potentially fit a new, bigger, division-free sink into our kitchen (think baby baths).
Slow and steady wins the race.
(Btw, yesterday was Donovan’s birthday! He’s fifteen now and I’m having a hard time wrapping my brain around that. Happy birthday!)