26 Weeks - Wheee

We are feeling pretty good today. I woke up this morning and the kid was in a lump on my left side, just about the height of my belly button. She must be turning. Currently, she feels like she is lying transverse across my abdomen and kicking or punching me low down... She is very awake- must have been the breakfast Skittles...

Welcome to the LAST week of the Second Trimester. Where did the time go? Most of it was spent on the couch, eating, or sleeping. My favorite past-times. Getting out of bed, off the couch, or out of the car has become increasingly difficult- though not catastrophic. Often a funny, guttural "ugg" forces its way past my lips while lifting my growing girth, but thankfully I still have the strength to get up and down on my own.

This weekend I am going to attempt to tame my nesting urge. I wake in the middle of the night thinking about all I HAVE to do before the baby gets here, and I have taken to starting multiple lists of "TO DOs" with myriad random (and possibly unattainable) tasks for Damon and I to complete. I mean, is the baby really going to notice if the books in our dining room/library are not arranged by author, size, color, and content? Is she going to care if the whites in her room are not the EXACT SAME SHADE? When did I become the color nazi? Did you know there are roughly 650,000 shades of white, and at least 4 are currently found in her room?

To be honest, I have been looking forward to this nesting urge to give me the extra "oomph" I need to get things done around the house. However, I did not expect to feel this frantic. Or really- frantastical (is that a real word?) and exhausted... I WANT to do a lot, but at the end of the day, I do not have much energy after picking Damon up from work and making dinner.

So this weekend, I am taking Saturday all to myself to clean, organize, and do whatever random tasks that strike me. Sunday, we plan to start our registries at Target and Babies r Us. Once I have a realistic view of what I can complete as a weekend warrior- things should start to shape up fairly quickly.

14 Weeks until we meet her. 14 weeks until we hold her in our arms.

Holy shit I am going to be someone's Momma.