Sometimes there just isn't a lot to say, is there? Okay, well, if you know me, you know there is never a time where I have nothing to say. The better wording would be "there's nothing to blog about." And I know that's not true either. My absence can only be explained with one word... laziness. I just don't seem to have any energy and even the smallest task can seem huge. Fixing dinner? WAY TOO BIG a task. Cleaning the house? Nope, it's just not something I have the energy to do (the house is not dirty, I just don't do it all at one time like I usually do.) Getting up to get some water? Really? I have to go and get a glass out of the cupboard, fill it with ice and then fill it with water? Wow... that's asking a lot. You get the point.
I'm seven and a half months pregnant and I'm still waiting for that nesting instinct to kick in. You know the one... where women get exhorbitant amounts of energy and conquer all of the world's ills in one day. Still waiting. Sure, I think about all the things that need to be done, but that doesn't really get me off my heiny to start accomplishing all those tasks. I'm giving it two more weeks and if I don't still have the desire to get my backside off the couch then I guess I'm just going to have to muddle through and get going whether I like it or not. Because this baby? I'm hoping she comes a couple of weeks early. I figure I was pregnant with Avery for 41 weeks, I at least deserve a few weeks less this time. And if that's what I want then I better be ready for that to happen. Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it's off to nesting I go!