Yesterday when I got home from work, I decided it would be a great idea to do some house work...lots of house work. I suppose the nesting instinct has kicked in - full swing. It didn't matter that I was thoroughly exhausted and 'enjoying' lots of Braxton Hicks contractions....I wanted to CLEAN!!!!
I took the Christmas decorations down and got them packed up, cleaned the kitchen, folded laundry, re-arranged furniture in the living room, and much to Isaiah's dismay, vacuumed. He has a strong dislike for the vacuum, to put it mildly. He cries and cries. It's rather pathetic. So I decided to console some of his horror I would carry him while I vacuumed. It went really well. I was so proud of myself. My back didn't even hurt. You'd think after vacuuming for 20 minutes while 35 weeks pregnant and carrying around a 25 lbs toddler your body would be looking for a lawyer to sue you for damages. But noooo, I was good to go.
Then I sat down to rest for a bit. When I tried to get up my right hip popped in protest. Fail. So I spent the evening attempting to get dinner ready with the right side of my body begging to be detached and left on a heating pad.
Note to self: Make a list of things you want to get done and work on it over a WEEK instead of over 4 hours.
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