Because this is it-- for real this time

I am at the point in this pregnancy where I just about can't stand it anymore. As a friend of mine said, "It's time for someone else to hold the baby for a while." I know I wrote a similar post around this time when I was pregnant with Chickie, but I am too lazy/tired to go back through the archives and read it.

Because I will NEVER be pregnant again (that's a promise!) I figure I should list everything here so I can share it with my girls when they think they want children.

My belly button hurts and I keep hitting it on things.
My pelvis is probably broken into several pieces.
I have a sore spot on my abdomen that I think is a torn muscle.
My elephant ankles are almost as big as my calves.
I am puffy and swollen everywhere- including my nose and lips, and believe me, the lips are not swollen in a "bee stung" Angelina Jolie way.
My hands go completely numb when I sleep on one side for too long. Completely, not just a little.
I have a horrible taste in my mouth that I can't seem to get rid of.
I waddle. A lot.
I am exhausted but can't ever get to sleep at night.

Those are just the aches, pains, and irritants I am feeling at this moment.

Nesting?

Today I scrubbed the top of the fridge.

A week or so ago I deep cleaned the laundry room, complete with mopping the concrete floor-- it now looks like a clean version of the dungeon it's always been.

The laundry room quickly led to cleaning out and organizing the downstairs bathroom that is in a permanent state of remodel.

The bathroom then led to rearranging the winter gear in the downstairs hall which naturally meant I had to reorganize some shelves in the garage.

It had to be done. Because you know, babies are really sensitive to the dust on the top of the fridge. Just like they are feng shui experts, which of course dictates the mandatory rearrangement of the downstairs playroom.

If only the baby would make me feel like cleaning the parts of the house we actually use...