I don't expect it will last much longer, but for now, it means that I have two separate chunks of about an hour and a half all to myself.
I could use this time to tidy up, or take a nap, or read a book. But I find myself totally restless and totally aimless.
What is that about?
What a waste of all of those hours of napping!
Shame on me!
But it is okay right? To waste time on occasion?
Please tell me it is okay.
And please tell me that you have been thinking all day about the premier of Biggest Loser.
And please tell me it is okay to enjoy BL so much.
I'm a mess.
But a happy mess.
For all my aimless hours, lacking in productivity, I find myself enjoying lounging on the couch watching my newest obsession and dreaming of all the things I would some day do to make over my bedroom.
I am glad that I have space in my life to dream.
Well here I am, blathering on. Not making any sense. Please forgive me.
Pregnancy does something to my brain.
As excited as I am to meet our new miss or mister, I will be delighted to have my body and mind back to myself (as much as can be with a newborn and toddler).
Speaking of meeting our baby... we get to find out the gender in about three weeks!
Pleasepleasepleaseplease let it be a girl!