Could I be nesting???

Could I be nesting???

It's another one of those crazy pregnancy phenomena. Most women reach some undefined point in their later pregnancy, and decide they MUST clean, sort, organize, etc, etc, etc. Most of the time, it's thought that this is a woman's internal drive to make a place for the new baby to come home to. That's the theory I always went with anyway.

Until this week.

I know I don't have a new baby coming home with me. There is no worry about setting up a nursery, picking out bedding, washing little teeny clothes, and making sure that we have everything we need for a new little person. Then why, I ask, have I spent the last week in full nesting mode???

It must be the hormones.

Tuesday night I inexplicably couldn't fall asleep. Those who know me know this is very rare. As I lay there in bed, with sleep eluding me, I started making a list in my head: Bed, Bath and Beyond for new kitchen rugs, curtains, and curtain rods. Home Depot or Lowe's for paint, and something new to cover the sliding glass door that I hate. Do I need to replace the blinds downstairs? All of them??? I'm kinda tired of the white look after 10 years; it might be nice to get some darker ones. But what shade? I won't know that until we replace the coffee table and the kitchen table.... But we're not planning on doing that just yet. Should I put a rug under the kitchen table???

And on and on until sleep finally found me.

So Wednesday we went out to BB&B and Target. I gathered some of what was on my list. When we got home, I spent the afternoon tearing apart the kitchen and sorting and decluttering drawers and cabinets. Thursday, I went out bright and early for paint. I spent the rest of Thursday painting the kitchen, the slider wall, and then putting some things back together again. This morning, I finished pulling the kitchen and eating area back together.

I have yet to hang the new curtains and rods we got for downstairs. I was in the middle of hanging the black-out roman shade in my room when I discovered that I really would need the drill. And the battery on the drill is dead. Sigh.....

Hopefully there's enough energy left to tackle the mountain of laundry waiting for me next week.

The Space Heater Syndrome

The Space Heater Syndrome

We all know that pregnancy does funny things to women's bodies. I've had my fair share of "pregnancy weirdness". One of the most interesting things that happens, I think anyway, is what I've come to call the "space heater syndrome".

I'm usually cold all the time. Like the flannel-jammy-pants-and-blanket-on-the-couch during the dead of summer cold. Chris always comments on how my "thermostat" is broken. Especially when we get in bed at night and I put my cold feet on him. I warn my patients before I touch their bellies with my bare hands because they are usually cold. I try to talk Chris into putting the flannel sheets on the bed in September, and don't take them off again until June. You get the idea.

Enter the Space Heater Syndrome. About two weeks ago, I noticed that I wasn't getting very cold at work any more- believe me, a very rare occurrence. Then I was needing fewer and fewer blankets on the bed. Yep, it's hit. The baby is big enough now that I feel like I'm toting around my own little space heater. I no longer feel the need to dress in layers, I only need the sheet to sleep with, and I don't grab my down coat to go outside with any more (good thing, too, cause I can't zip it up anymore!). Last night, when I got in bed I put my feet on Chris. He said "Holy crap, what's wrong with you???" My feet and my toes were WARM!

I get progressively warmer as the pregnancy continues. It's quite the interesting phenomena in our house. It's the only time EVER that Chris and I agree on the temperature... I'm totally cool hanging out in short sleeve ts, and don't need a blanket on the couch- unless a cat wants in my lap, that is. The only downside is waking up in the middle of the night-either in a pool of sweat, or completely missing that t-shirt I know I put on before bed! I wake up in the middle of the night- not to take multiple trips to the bathroom- but because I'm frying squished between Chris and Paige....

The other crazy pregnancy thing that happens with me? My hair gets darker with each baby I carry. Some women get bigger feet, I get more brunette. But I don't mind that at all, I kinda like the dark.

Latest pics of me and Baby Girl- 31 weeks tomorrow!