Note: this will be the last entry for a bit, I think. Stay tuned for more interesting news.
OK, I’ve about had it with my two outfits. I feel slovenly and I fear that I will outgrow them if this goes on much longer. And last night I lay down while talking on the phone and had to swing my legs and use momentum to get up again. Hello, Universe? I’m about ready for this baby. Today or tomorrow would be good, or Friday at the latest. Whatever works for you in that time range is fine with us. Thanks.
Blood pressure was high again yesterday. Not high enough to fear a stroke or whatever, but high enough that it’s potentially damaging my veins, so there is that factor, too – the sooner I have the kid, presumably the sooner my blood pressure will regulate. Thing is, it varies wildly. I sit up, it’s 149/96. I lie down for a minute, it’s 100/60. Therefore, I am supposed to relax. Which instruction made Barry laugh. Apparently I’m not known in our household for being a relaxed person.
So, last night I began my first evening of enforced relaxation. Which wasn’t relaxing at all. In fact, it probably caused my blood pressure to go up. If there are things to get done, my instinct is to do them. I suck at lying around letting the house go to shit, even short-term.
Don’t get me wrong, Barry will do the dishes/laundry/whatever. It’s just, he may not do it right now, this second, while it’s bugging me. It’s not really within my rights to demand that he do things on my timeline – that would be controlling and bitchy, attributes that are generally not good for a marriage.
So, once again I’m working on lowering my housekeeping standards.
