I’ve heard my share of jokes (especially at work) about the fact that it seems I’m always pregnant. I share the sentiment. But I’ve decided that this recent pregnancy is taking it a bit far. I know that the ultrasound said the due date isn’t for another week (my calculations were closer to this past weekend), so i shouldn’t be surprised that I still can’t see my toes. But it’s disappointing nonetheless.
As I was powerwashing the back deck yesterday – yes, moving close to time of birth has it’s perks where nesting is involved – I came to realize exactly why it is that my husband loves to keep me pregnant. I’d also organized the garaged, sorted books and clothes for the yard sale, keep laundry in a continuous cycle and I’m about one meal ahead in preparations. Not to mention the fact that he likes the midwife’s suggestion for getting things “moving along.”
Today he’s back at work, hoping I show evidence of the pains of labor so he has a viable excuse to leave, and we continue on the packing and house-readying journey. I’m starting to rearrange in a way that so when someone does come to visit and perhaps purchase the house, that it doesn’t look nearly as cluttered. Finding a home for all the small appliances and boxes of cereal isn’t as easy task as what you might think.
We’re also expecting some new siding to come today, which will bring good cheer. Not to mention the fact that the bid was within our insurance reimbursement means, so we’re excited about that.
But for now, breakfast for a 2-year-old awaits.

4:30am on Tuesday, June 28, 2011. That’s when H started sleeping without a binky. Well, for last night, anyway.
Apparently he had sucked on it to the point where it’s gaping holes made it no longer suitable for the designated task. He woke up and requested a “different binky” but we didn’t have any. Well, if it weren’t 4:30am, I might’ve been able to come up with where another one was. But at the time, which was early, nothing popped into my head. I told him it was broken and to go back to bed with buckeye (see, child? Your world isn’t completely torn upside down. That’ll come in another month or so after you get a new sibling and then we uproot you and move to a new house and town).
So he returned to bed only to get up about 20 minutes later to go potty. He actually went (I was impressed. Not so impressed that I didn’t put a new diaper on him. Come one, one challenge per middle-of-the-night period, please). Then at 5:30 he came wondering in, upset and apparently “unable” to sleep binkyless. He got into bed with me and as soon as he rolled to the tummy and I could tell that he was going to fall asleep, I knew that I, on the other hand, would not. So I was banished to the couch while he continues to snooze in my bed at 8:30am. He’s going to stay there until he’s satisfied on the sleeping end because who knows what nap time could look like today.
For those of you thinking, why not just buy a new binky… I. Just. Can’t. We’ve been patiently waiting for the law of nature to take it’s course on this stupid piece of plastic and allow H boy to just live through the natural ramifications of being 2 with a paci. He’s known/been warned that this is his last bink. I can’t go back now. 
So, as if we don’t have enough going on… add a new regime of sleep training. Oh, and the hard drive on our new computer crashed. Beautiful. I’d love to spend an hour on the phone this morning with customer support. Watch out, inbound call support technician. It’ll be best for everyone if you just promise to send me a new hard drive. Really, let’s save us some time.
Well, the other child is requesting a new diaper as the current one emanates an odor. They really are under the impression that I’m superwoman.

Yesterday I hit the quota and made up for lost time. A brief listing.