Time goes by so slowly… when you’re heavy, bulky, itchy all over, and hot.

Saw the doctor yesterday. No change from last week. Nada. My daughter, I believe, will be a September baby. I told the doctor I think she’ll be born on September 7. No real reason why I picked that date other than it feels intuitive. That would be ten days after her due date. (I was born ten days before mine, so maybe she’s compensating? Or maybe she simply takes after her father.) 😉

The doctor agreed with me that the 7th would not be far-fetched. Of course, anything can happen, but if I’m correct, I have four more weeks of pregnancy. Whee!

It’s not all terrible. It’s not terrible at all. I’m just kvetching because this is my blog and I can.

Reading does not appeal any more. My inspiration for making art is bone dry. I’m most alert and content between 7 p.m. and 4 a.m., when the temperature cools. Sleep just does not happen until the wee hours, and I arise at noon. I had not knit for three months due to pregnancy carpal tunnel issues, but the other day I picked up some fat needles and yarn. Husband noticed a considerable improvement in my mood. Stella recently urped a hairball on the couch (the first time ever), so I covered it with a blanket. There’s another chair she has claimed, so I’m knitting a smaller blanket to cover that. Easy cleanup. My hands to tingle (nearly all the time), but the knitting hasn’t caused pain or numbness. I’m taking lots of breaks to keep from overdoing it.

I am also strategizing a way to be a bit more accountable and effective around the home, too. Because Husband gets fed well at work, I don’t feel a lot of pressure to cook. I’m good at it, but lazy, oh so lazy. I hate the question, “What’s for dinner?” Gah. Every day that question needs answering, and I usually feel uninspired but pressured to do something, and often I feel what I manage to make is simple, nothing special, when I’d like to pull off something a little more than baked chicken… again. I like tasty food and variety and need good nutrition, and we’ve cut back on dining out. So I’m making a 31-day menu. I’ve gone through my recipe box and am typing them into MS Word. There will be one page per day with a main dish and side dish recipes. I’ll print them out and put them in sheet protectors in a binder. Every week I’ll know what I need to buy and will be able to provide a meal in the evening — plus enjoy the leftovers for lunches. I’ve started with cool weather dishes — soups and stews among them — anticipating fall and winter soon. (Husband doesn’t like soup when it’s hot, though I could eat it all year.) I don’t mind eating the same entree every 31 days (it beats eating it every other day), and I’ll feel so much better about managing that part of my life.

Now please excuse me — The Maw demands tribute (food).