I am feeling exhausted from all of the box hauling, unpacking, sorting, arranging and rearranging. I am ridiculously short of breath. By the time I get dinner dishes done I have no energy left for anything or anyone. This baby is my most active and takes my breath away with his wild behavior. Of course, that's a really fun reminder that he's strong and healthy, but it's also a bit uncomfortable at times. When I finally sit down at night I have a lot of Braxton Hicks contractions. It's really hard to believe that he will be doubling in size before birth- I feel huge already!
The house is feeling more orderly, but we still have a ways to go. Our library shelves are in and filled. After enjoying the pretty space for a whole day, I had to move a whole bunch of stuff out of one side of the room so the electrician can install a phone jack tomorrow. Now my desk is buried. Kind of feels like one step forward, two steps back. It's hard for me to continue to be patient with the progress. I really want to have that room DONE so I can plan a "regular" school week- and so I can focus on my next project which is getting clothes washed and space ready for the baby.