You know, I could be using this valuable time I have now without a baby to be, you know, productive. Everything for the baby is ready, but that doesn't mean the house is clean. There is a mile-high pile of laundry in the bathroom. The dishes are dirty. The kitchen table is covered in crap that doesn't belong there. And What am I doing? I'm sitting here reading blogs.
I suppose if I wanted to be functional but not necessarily productive, I could stew up that big pot of black eyed peas. I could bake cookies. I could...knit...something.
I'm just not feeling the nesting right now. Vance's mom took care of most of it this last weekend when she organized the nursery and steam-cleaned the carpet.
So yesterday I had an annoying, painful, all day headache. At about the 11th hour of pain I decided to finally call my Dr. They had me check my blood pressure, which was normal, and then they prescribed a migraine medicine for me to relieve the pain. It has a barbiturate in it. How that could possibly be safe, I don't know. Vance checked his blood pressure and it was 148/93. I am KILLING my husband, slowly but surely. He was thoroughly freaked out by this discovery, and I was completely not surprised by it. We decided the best course of action would be for him to get to a Dr ASAP, so that they may lecture him on the importance of quitting smoking, losing weight, and stress management.
I am just basically killing time before it is finally time to pop.