(just talking about my full-term pregnancies here)
First pregnancy- you keep track of every appointment, save all the reminder cards, take a bump picture, and remember how many days/weeks/months you are.
And you don't understand why other mums would say they want it over.
Second pregnancy- I'm just trying to make my appointments during lunch only so I don't have to use PTO. Keeping track of appts on google calendar cause I have no where to put a reminder card. I've taken 2 bumps pictures and I'm pretty sure I'm 32 weeks this week but I know I'm about 7 1/2 months? 8 months? Going on the fact that my due date is less than two months away.
And I get why other mums want it over now- just to have NORMALCY back in bathroom trips, underwear, sleeping on your stomach, and just to get into a new "normal" of life
Left work to go to my doc appointment today- the 32 week (I only know this cause I called them and they let me know it was the 32 week appt).
Car wouldn't turn over- nothing, no click. Radio/dash/air all worked still.
Battery is over 6 years old. Sigh.
Call hubby (he started working for the first time in 4 years a month ago- yea!) and luckily he works later so he comes to take me to my appt.
We live over 30 minutes away.
I called the doc and just said forget it- I'll come to my scheduled appt next week (I'm on the bi-weeklies now but rescheduled last week's to take little man to preschool for his first time, shed a tear).
So hubby gets there.
We drive to Walmart by our house to get a new battery.
Go home, I eat cereal while he gets ready for work.
I deal with the in-laws dogs and make sure they poop (I love that with animals/kids life is just about poop. That's it- poop).
Then drive hubby to work a half hour earlier.
Get to work and there's not much to do since my directors are all back East and 1pm is their 3pm departure time. Sigh.
Sent little man to our family ranch today with my parents, a niece, my sister and brother.
Really couldn't find another babysitter and he's been BEGGING to go to the ranch.
Well now he won't be home until after 7pm.
Hubby gets off work just after 7pm.
I get home around 5:30pm.
What to do, what to do.
I could go get screws from Home Depot to put the crib together (since hubby accidentally dumped our toolbox on the deck and PRETTY SURE all the screws I painstakingly saved in their for the crib all fell to their deaths). I could just relax and watch Netflix (need a new show!). Start laundry.
I haven't had time alone at the house in a LONG time.
Way too long.
No idea what to do with it.