Nothing too exciting going on in the Teeter house lately:
- I'm really busy... apparently. My "to do" lists do not shrink even when I cross things off of them! Maybe I'm just not as productive as I used to be. Does anyone else get super stressed out about lists they make for THEMSELVES? I am in a love/hate relationship with the notepad on my iphone where I currently have 8 to-do lists running. They are categorized by theme and I check every list every day and try to cross everything off of those lists daily. Can I explain that my Dad is an engineer and has passed on to his daughters OCD tendencies that probably are not very healthy? For example: One item on a list is to re-paint my toenails. I apparently thought that was so important to put on a list and I have yet to get to those toes for a couple weeks now and just seeing that on my list adds stress to my evenings because I think "damn I need to paint my TOENAILS!!". I won't just delete it because the task has not been completed. Even though to think I can paint my own toenails at 8 months pregnant is ridiculous and probably NOT going to happen it will not be removed from my list. So I see it... and stress... about painting toenails. Oh. My. Lord. That song "juuuuuuuuuust breeeeaaaaathe" is playing in the background right now.
- John is really busy. He has been working so much the past month (on average 15 hour days) and is so exhausted. I hope that when Ann gets here he can function as a Daddy when he gets home and doesn't have to enter a short term coma to recoup for the next day. A comatose Dad, newborn baby and unpainted toenails will be a little too much for me to handle.
- I died my hair brunette. I didn't personally do this but asked my fabulous hair stylist to do so. I'm on day two of being a brunette and I'm not sure how I feel about it. It's fun because I have always been blonde in some shade or another and now I look a little more like my sister and of course my Dad because I was blessed with his family's nose and anyway my hair is different. But when I catch myself in a mirror or window I think... who's that gi... oh wait that's me. I actually had someone, who I have interacted with at least once a month for a year re-introduce themselves to me a few minutes ago at work. Really? Is it that different? She said "I don't think we've met, I'm so and so." I looked at her and didn't say anything as she holds her hand out to me and then she follows with "there used to be a blonde girl here..." and I look at her again in silence and finally break the silence by saying "nice to meet you" and walked away. I've also received various comments that can be taken either way. Some are shock, some are repetitive in that the person just can't get used to it, some are "You look like a completely different person!!!!!!" with that much enthusiasm and then some are well spoken and appropriate not revealing whether it's a good change or a bad change. I prefer those. John is super sweet and said he likes it and no, it is not too dark. He also is aware that telling me anything differently would probably cause tears, hormones to overreact, an additional $150.00 to get it back to blonde and other repercussions that he does not want to experience. I'll also share that our dog Bernie did not recognize me. I walk in. He stands up on his hind legs and looks directly at my hair with his head cocked to the side. He then walks, on his hind legs, slowly towards me and swats with his front paw at me. He lands on all four paws and begins wiggling and acting like he does when we have company come over. All while I'm standing there saying his name, letting him sniff me and saying "Bernie! It's me!! It's your MOOOOOM!!" He is very observant. I'll give other examples at a later date of just how observant this little boy dog is. I'll let you know how long the brunette stays.
- One more thing regarding my hair color because I know you are so interested in this. Now I'm in the dilemma of do I have brunette hair in pictures when Ann is born or do I go back to blonde so I'm consistent and Ann will probably have blonde hair because both John and I did and then people would think she looks more like John and I don't know what to do... and my toenails are still unpainted and should I add this to my list of things to stress about? I obviously need something more important to worry about in my life...I guess that is what Ann is for.
- The nursery still looks like a guest bedroom. We have 9 weeks, if Ann does not come early, to transform that room into a functional nursery. John said he will have it done by the end of July. He has a little over two weeks.
- We are replacing our carpet in the next few weeks also. That means moving every piece of furniture from upstairs to downstairs or into the garage. I'll add that to my list of things to stress about.
- Tara can now enter and exit through the doggy door in our laundry room!! She is self sufficient and can let herself outside to potty or come inside and surprise us when we think we have the dogs outside and out of our hair. I'm so proud of her :). I should take a video of the effort it takes to maneuver her large self through this small dog door because it is quite entertaining. She is also so dang excited once she makes it through the door that it is obviously a celebration each time.
- I have a shopping addiction to zulily.com. Go there if you are a Mom or future Mom and then tell me in two months whether you have one also. I guarantee that you will. Guar. an. tee. John has been nice and doesn't say anything when a new box arrives at our door and I open it and squeal with delight. He is probably wondering what my bank account looks like right now and I'll just go ahead and say that it is probably best he NOT know what it looks like. He has stepped it up and tends to take over any bill when we are together probably because he is wondering if I am the type of person to let my bank account bounce. I'll close with: Everything I have purchased is completely necessary to Ann's survival and my own and no, I would never let my bank account get that dangerously low. I would just charge it on a card that John pays the bill on :).
Hope everyone is surviving the heat! I managed to time it to be the most pregnant during one of the hottest summers in Northwest Arkansas history.
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