There are these strings of days where I’ll be super busy and productive…like I all of a sudden decide that EVERYTHING needs to be accomplished RIGHT.NOW.
This past weekend, Tim and I purchased our first bit of furniture along with storage bins and a few books for the sprout’s room (yay!)…even though the storage cubes were kind of an impulse buy, thanks to the Babies R Us email alerts about sales…which led to buying the storage cube…I fear these purchases might become a recurring problem…
I am OBSESSED with baby giraffes, by the way. Are they not super freaking adorable?! It’s like *the tiny animal* I am seeking out for the sprout’s room.
We also went out of our way to go to a specific paint store to find a specific brand of paint to get a sample to go with our specific type of paint job we want to have done in the sprout’s room.
Also on the docket? A four mile walk with the dogs along with a visit to a pumpkin patch where we walked around for at least an hour to find two perfect pumpkins, because there were fields containing thousands and thousands and thousands of pumpkins…and being the Type A’s that Tim and I are, we couldn’t stop until we found the best pumpkins all the fields had to offer.
The pumpkins had to be cut off the vine and hauled to the car (pumpkins are way heavier than they lead you on to believe).
(And no, that’s no my carving job. Swear. I’ve never actually carved my own pumpkin. That bit of fun is coming soon)
We also managed to shove a hay bale and some indian corn into our car that was for sale at the pumpkin patch and then, after dropping it all off at the house, ended up on the who-knew-it-would-become-an-elusive search for a scarecrow (note to self: GO TO MICHAEL’S FIRST) so we could finally decorate for fall. I’ve been moaning about decorating since the first day of October and now I, finally, feel like we have, at bare minimum, made our front porch look welcoming to trick-or-treaters.
(I’m actually 100% positive I’m mixing up the order each of these events happened…but the point is: THEY ALL HAPPENED)
Oh…but the fun doesn’t end there. I also cleaned downstairs…(and for those who have never seen it, consider this a sneak peek at what part of our house actually looks like…)
AND, after about a month and a half of working for a few hours each weekend, we completed Operation Organize the Basement! We had purchase yet another storage rack from Costco and fly a red bandana off the end of the box, since the 200 pound behemoth stuck out of the trunk. Also, yes, Tim man handled the entire thing while I sat there all, “What can I do??” while he grunted back all, “NOTHING.”
This last installment took over two hours…and we were both beaten to a pulp with sore lower backs when it was all said and done.
Yesterday included two hours at the gym, which was broken into 15 minutes on the tread climber, a one hour BodyPump class, 33 minutes on the elliptical (I have no idea…it was set to that number without my realizing it) and finally, 15 minutes on a stationary bike.
I had to pee between each activity.
Also? That whole workout routine was probably overkill and (I’m convinced) made me gain water weight for my doctor’s appointment yesterday afternoon.
I’m like, two pounds heavier than I should be.
While we were there, Tim made the doctor tell me I shouldn’t be freaking out (yet) about the overage in poundage………………………………………….even though I’m Still. Freaking. Out.
Anyhow, what has seemed to happen since becoming preggo with the sprout is that every single time there are a string of days such as this, I will have this one day of absolute, utter exhaustion.
Where I don’t want to do anything but sit on the couch…yet I feel guilty and am trying to force myself to at least take the dogs for a walk.
I haven’t decided if that’s actually going to happen, yet.
Though I’m pretty positive the whole walk idea is not looking very promising.
Maybe I’ll just watch somebody walk.
From the couch.