One day at a time

Pregnancy is strange. One day I feel almost normal, the next I feel completely horrid. Just yesterday I was feeling pretty good in my body, able to do most of the things I tried, and generally doing okay. The day before I even did a little work out (motivated by watching a "competitive eater" demonstrate his "sport" on Wifeswap, which made me almost throw up in my mouth and totally got my ass off the couch before the episode was half-finished). Today my stomach feels heavy and stretched almost to the point of breaking. Even the slight motion of walking makes me feel like it's going to pop and I can't seem to take a full breath. It hurts like heck. And don't even get me started on how hard bending or going up the stairs is. Yesterday I was taking them two at a time. This sucks. I think it's because the baby has shifted into a strange position. Or at least that seems to be what would make sense. I get one of these days about once a week, and then suddenly she shifts and I'm fine again. I imagine they'll get more frequent (if not constant) by the end though. And ow - ow - fuck - ow - she just kicked something REALLY sensitive. I'm not sure what but holy shit that stung.

Jason is off today because of the holiday. As I had him home I decided we'd finish up some stuff that required two people to do. We had to move a bookcase to make room for a CD storage rack that I picked up for him, and that's been waiting to be done for a month now or maybe more. We also got 3 pictures hung in the hallway/games room. On my own I varnished the shelves for the baby's room and the top of the changing table/dresser as we've discovered in the Texas heat and humidity stuff sticks to painted surfaces. I'm hoping stuff doesn't stick as well to polyurethane, but that remains to be tested. I also mounted all the brackets for the baby's room shelves and I'm just about to fetch the varnished shelves and put it all together. Might then take a moment to tidy the room up and give it a vacuum. That means all that's left to be done in there is shortening the curtain, making a few throw pillows (optional) and getting a crib. Anything else I take on (hanging mobiles and stuff) is just gravy.

Earlier this week I also hung the curtain rod for the quilt, re-hung the guest/kid's bathroom towel rack to a reasonable height and hung a picture over it to brighten the room up and finished assembling the filing cabinet. I still haven't done any laundry for myself and yesterday opted to just buy more clothes. Yeah, I know, not the best choice, but I was dreadfully short on t-shirts that still fit at this point. Not the most productive week I've ever had, but certainly not the least either.

Still on the to-do list for today:
- get passport photos taken
- mail passport applications off
- try new bubble tea place in Pflugerville

It's like magic

For the last few days, every time I leave the living room for any significant length of time (working on the baby's room, puttering in the garage or out shopping) these paw prints magically appear on my couch. Accompanying the paw prints is always an amount of white shedded fur in proportion to the amount of time I have been absent.

It seems that while Anna was fairly quick to catch on to the new "humans don't want me on the couch" rule, she has also adapted it to include "and what they don't see won't hurt them". I haven't actually caught her on the couch in a few weeks now, but the signs are there every time.

What to do with a rebellious hound?