I am home everyday, besides trips to swim class and errands, yet can't seem to keep up on anything. By the time I try to get to it, there is just too much and I feel defeated.
From making sure Eliza is ready to start school next week, picking out fixtures/appliances/flooring/paint etc for the house, and trying to figure out a move date...it's just too much.
I try to take a step back and evaluate that things really aren't that hard.
Eliza is going to preschool...two days a week, what all does she really need? A backpack-check. Well, that's about it. I don't know why I allow it to overwhelm me, I just want it to be perfect.
Yesterday was Eliza's last day at swim class, it broke my heart. We have made so many friends there and have spent almost 2 years going there and bonding.
We have now put Eliza in her bed without the crib railings. She does a great job. She doesn't get out of bed and gives us no issue about going to sleep. She is still working on potty training through the night so there are times she wakes up and has to go. I wish she understood she could just get up and go, but no, she yells for me to come take her. Between her bathroom trips, and my 3-4 a night(thanks Emelia) I just want a good nights sleep!
This condo might be the death of me. Nothing has a place. I don't know if it is because I haven't taken the time to find a spot, or if there really just isn't any room. I am always trying to find things, yet never know where they are. I could tell you exactly where it would be if we were at the old house.
Trying to give our landlord a move out date is near impossible right now. He is understanding, but I know that has to be frustrating when he wants to be able to have tenants in as soon as we move out.
The house is moving right along and I hate to ever complain about it. Some days the decisions become to much. Trying to pick out everything so it is perfect is overwhelming. I can't always visualize things so trying to figure out if that tile will look right with those cabinets or that counter top, my head spins. My builder is amazing and I know I drive him crazy, but I never would have made it through this without him. When I can't make a decision on something, I just ask for his opinion and it always seems to be the right one. We have the same style in mind and it just flows.
|Her favorite place to be|
|They are two of the same...playing in the dirt and rocks.|
I am sure a lot of this is pregnancy related-too many decisions at once. I will never move again, but if I do, I sure in heck won't do it when I am pregnant!
Speaking of pregnant...holy moly when did this all happen?? I woke up and I am HUGE. I went to the DR yesterday for a check up and was shocked at how much weight I have gained. Yes, I am still small for being 26 weeks along, but that # sure hit me. Maybe a few less Rice Krispy Bars and more apples...maybe. Luckily baby girl is happy and healthy and wiggling right along, that is what is important.
Due to my Ashermans, I will be having another ultrasound at 30 weeks. They need to check for scarring and monitor my amniotic fluid. When I was pregnant with Eliza I had too much fluid so they needed to keep an eye on it. I can't wait to see my baby girl (let's hope she is still a girl) again in a few weeks!