the mcg family

So I'm sitting here, eating popcorn and chugging a 7-up, even though I'm not even a little bit hungry and I don't like the taste of 7-up at all. Procrastination at its finest.

Once upon a time, I had motivation. And energy. And more flexibility than a piece of metal.

However, I am now 37.5 weeks pregnant, not sleeping, and walking around with a bowling ball between my legs. Put those things together, and you have a big pile of laziness. Massive pile. A stinkin mountain, for crying out loud. There is not a clean room in my house. Really. It has mostly to do with me being gone for a week, but Jordan being here for a few days by himself, bringing in 4 garbage bags full of (free!) baby girl clothes, two vehicles worth of Christmas presents, piles of 'take to goodwill' stuff, and a few loads of clean-but-not-yet-folded laundry. Not to mention the needs-to-be-swept kitchen floor, the crumby counters, the carpet screaming for a vacuuming. ..

But here I sit. Putting it all off. Wishing it would clean/sweep/fold/put away itself... all while I sleep until it's time to have this baby.

Anyway. I'm still pregnant. Having lots and lots and lots of contractions. The discomfort of pregnancy is increasing by the moment. Walking is becoming a chore, and I exaggerate not. I'm even starting to swell! Wierd. I'm not a big fan. I can't complain about the swelling though, because it's minimal. I still wear my wedding rings and everything, but they're tight and leave marks, just like the elastic on my socks suddenly do. Hm. I go tomorrow for another appointment, and I'm more than a little afraid to have her check me again. I was a cm dilated and 50% effaced last week. I will cry if things aren't any further this week.

I say all this... but then I think about the condition of my house. How there isn't a clean room, clothes everywhere, dirty floors, etc. You know, all the things I wrote about a few sentences ago. I would be mortified if anyone were to come to my house right now- so it would be bad if I went into labor right now, right? Oh, how impossible am I!?! My poor husband... haha.

Christmas and my birthday were great. It was just nice to be with family. And now, it's nice to be home. Jordan will be off of work Wednesday through the rest of the week, so I'm really looking forward to that. We're going to rip up the carpet in Corban's soon-to-be big boy room and lay a new floor (which we have to decide just what we're going to put down- really, just whatever we can get cheapest is what we'll do). Then I'll be able to put the nursery together and Corban's room together, and I'll feel much better about things. Hopefully, anyway.
So- I've run out of pop to drink, and I can't bring myself to put another kernel of popcorn in my mouth. I guess I have no choice but to go clean my kitchen. And then straiten the living room, and then clean the toilets, and then...
Goodnight, all!! Wish me luck on getting this house clean. Or just come do it for me, either way. :)