I’ve been having fun with the etsy.com present from my brother. Though I have made only one firm decision. That was a no-brainer. He will be the son and the heir, after all…
This is my first day of doing nothing. Friday, my honey and I had to take a mandatory class at the hospital in order to use the birthing center. This weekend we went to my cousin’s lake house in western Mass. I’ve been going there since I was three, so it was quite a thrill to bring my own almost-three-year-old to the place we call “camp.” I didn’t bring the computer, if only to prove to myself that I could indeed survive a few days without blogging. I’m still alive. But a little out of sorts, frankly. I love my invisible friends. You are such good listeners.
So here’s the thing… I suck at relaxing. Yesterday should have been my first day of relaxation. I took the car to the shop ($750… eek!); went to a midwife appointment;
hung out with very cool newborn and very cool newmom and begrudgingly accepting chihuahuas for a little while, then worked my last food coop shift before my coop maternity leave. I got home at 7 pm. I didn’t relax much. Apparently my body is currently overflowing with a chemical called “relaxin” which is supposively “relaxin” my muscles and joints and whatnot to prepare for birth. So why isn’t it helping out my brain?
This morning i have forced myself to stay in the house, at least. But I have these goals… I need to send thank-you cards. (I wrote 11.) I need to go through Cakie’s closet and organize his clothes. I need to finish writing a sample chapter of my book to send off to editors so they publish it, and don’t think I’m a slacker, and you folks can read it. And I feel the need to do all of those things at the same time.
Is this nesting? Or psychosis?