It’s been awhile since anything was posted to this blog. Reality and life kind of set in and there seemed to be one issue occurring after another, leaving me in a frantic “I can’t get my life back on track” sensation lately.
Before this moment, I actually couldn’t think of what the last post I even attempted was. There was a list of posts I was planning on writing out, but with everything that’s been going on in the last month, I simply just did not have the mental energy or physical time to sit down and do them.
Christmas was hectic. Norovirus has ran rapid through our family, starting with our 5 year old, and anyone who has had this year’s winter bug, ….it’s painful. I currently am trying to overcome my turn of it after six days. The pain is absolutely the worst part of it and the more I think about it, the more I feel horrible and upset that my little girl had to go a week of being in this pain, and I couldn’t do more for her when she had it. I feel awful knowing she was going through what I’m going through now.
Christmas Eve I was in the hospital for contractions that lasted all day long. By 8pm that night Em was being dropped off with my parents and I was being checked into the hospital. NOT how any mom wants to spend their Christmas Eve. I have a tradition of wrapping all Em’s presents after putting her to bed and watching It’s A Wonderful Life all night. Well this year was very different. Luckily the problem was simple, my fluid levels were intensely low, making me contract. So after a ton of IV fluids were pumped into me, I was cleared to go. It was definitely hard being away for Christmas Eve night, and after the awful day we had from Em not being able to participate in Christmas Eve due to her belly pains, I had a good cry that night. But of course if I hadn’t gone to the hospital, I would have gone into active labor and even more problems would have happened from having the baby too soon.
Besides this awful bug, I’ve also just been an emotional wreck lately. I am currently 36 weeks pregnant, and up until last week, our nursery was still a storage room. We spent the entire week after Christmas cleaning out the room and buying furniture for it. It’s still not perfect, walls aren’t painted and the door needs replacing, it’s nowhere near the Pinterest perfect nursery I’ve been dreaming of. But it’s cleaned out, and made into a very nice, simple nursery that puts my mind at a comforting ease. We finally have all the baby gear we need, all the baby furniture. I’m sure there are going to be more things we will need to pick up here and there after baby boy is here, but all I can say is THANK THE HEAVENS the majority of it is done.
The amount of stress that this relieves is astronomical and I feel like I can breathe and focus on everything else that is going on around me now.
Except now I’m just waiting out this bug, so I can get all the Christmas stuff down and put the past few weeks behind me. My nesting is picking up a lot again, mostly because I’ve been preoccupied and slightly neglected regular housework, but being sick for six days straight and can’t get off the couch has put a major hold on what I’m capable of doing around the house. All I can think about now is wanting the Christmas stuff put away, the house being straightened up, and everything being neat and tidy and ready to go for when the baby comes.
Of course, I just hit 36 weeks, so I should theoretically have a few more weeks to go to get my house in order enough to meet my obnoxiously clean standards. But it’s down to the final count, the final minutes, the finish line is in sight. It’s making me go crazy!