Wednesday, March 14, 2007

what was I saying...?

My brain is so scattered lately, it's hard coming up with a coherent post. My erratic sleeping patterns continue, my energy level keeps dropping, and my emotional stability is all but gone. Most days I wander around like a zombie, in some sort of weird, distracted daze.

Even though standing for more than a few minutes causes incredible back pain and a comic loosening of my hip joints (I look like a marionette controlled by the hand of an alcoholic puppeteer), my latest nesting urge has been to cook enormous, complicated meals. Sunday night was our "Mock Thanksgiving" dinner with stuffing, "turkey," gravy, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, and cranberry compote. Monday night we feasted on spinach enchiladas with a tomatillo sauce made from scratch. And last night I created the most gigantic pot of chili my kitchen has ever seen.

The leftovers from all of these meals now sit nestled in our freezer, awaiting a day in the not-too-distant future when even thinking of the word dinner will tax my brain beyond comprehension.

We set up the birthing tub this weekend, so I really could pop at any moment and I would be thoroughly prepared. The tub is gigantic and filled with warm water, and I've started using it before bed to relax my muscles (pretty successfully) and my mind (somewhat less so).

And now, since I've about exhausted my ability to focus, I'll leave you with this picture of the belly taken this morning.


Ms. Marie said...

HOW CUTE YOU LOOK!!! I'm so excited for you guys!


Summer Ryan Doyle said...

:) Thanks!

the author said...

That photo is a comic classic! Good thing it's only temporary.


Andy said...

You're a beautiful pregnant woman who is about to become an even-more-beautiful mommy.