Hardly a Winter Wonderland

To my disappointment the rain we were having here yesterday, that I was enjoying so much for a change, turned to snow overnight. Now the roads look icy and treacherous so I've decided to stay in and have a lazy, well productive lazy, Sunday. Kenny is still upstairs tucked into bed and I am up, surveying the main floor of our house and thinking about what a disaster it can become in just one week. I think I'll tidy up, get dishes and laundry on the go, and then work on some sewing projects I have started for the baby's room. I finished the bedding last week and am quite pleased with how it turned out so I am inspired to keep going and to make pillows and stuffed owls to match. I sewed the bedding from an existing duvet cover I bought at Ikea and just downsized it for a baby-sized comforter and pillow. I love the pattern!

I had a great lady date with Brooke last night. Kenny went to poker with the boys and instead of slipping into my usual poor me I'm home all alone with nothing to do and I have no friends mode, I decided to call up Brooker and get her out of the house. We sat at Cheesecake Cafe for almost three hours and just talked about life, babies, husbands, houses, and dreams. It was incredibly encouraging and I'm glad for friends like her.

I'm Feeling Strangely Ambitious for a Monday Morning

It's 12:07 pm, Monday March 9, 2009 and I just crawled back into bed in my sweatpants to write a few things down before I embark on my week. Jakob is laying at the end of the bed, breathing heavily, and taking in all of the March sun that he can, which is not very much considering it's a snowy and overcast day. I woke up this morning and realized that, come Wednesday, it will be a mere month and a half until my sweet baby boy makes his appearance into the world. Then, like all first time moms who don't think about being overdue, I started considering the idea that if he was two weeks early, he'd be here in a month, or even a month early, then he'd be here in two weeks, scary thought! Might have freaked Kenny out just a bit when I told him that. Well, needless to say, all this fantasizing sent me into a bit of a panic, not a holy shit! panic, just an I better get my life together kind of panic. It is my goal to make this week count, not waste a single moment, just make a list and attempt to get everything on it accomplished. So, I'm shutting down the computer (ultimate time waster) and putting my iPod on shuffle (ultimate motivator) and getting started on that list and my week.

Blogs About Work are Boring I Know...

But I am working my pregnant booty off trying to ensure that I make a good chunk of change for my mat-leave. I'm beginning to feel like working as a nurse is literally shaving days or even years off my life as a result of the stress I inflict on myself. I've concluded that I may be too much of a perfectionist to be a nurse. I spent 12 hours today worrying myself sick about making even the teensiest of mistakes. I think I'll take up grinding my teeth...