the unknown thought process of a pregnant woman...

Lately, I have been having days with random bursts of energy...but I guess I should've expected that...I did pray that God would prescribe me a couple shots of OCD every day until I can keep my house the way I want it. What I didn't expect was the extra booster shot of "master carpentry"...I don't remember praying for that...but I don't remember a lot of things while I'm pregnant.


Here I am, a little over 5 months pregnant, taking on the job of completely ripping out baseboards, installing beadboard, painting, installing quarter round molding, chair rail molding...and whatever else pops into my little pregnant 'nesting' head...
the scariest part is my dad dropping off -and trusting me with -his saws, nail guns...and other random tools...and me attempting to use them.

Over all, I think I've done a pretty good job and have only walked away with a couple injuries...

First one, I decided it would be a brilliant idea to paint the bathroom while I gave Rylie a bubble bath...killing two birds with one stone, right? Of course, I need to reach the areas over the bathtub so I walk along the edges of the tub, to paint this area. How many signs did I need to tell me that was an idiotic idea? Pregnant. Wet tub. Splashing 2 year old, in the wet tub. Slippery flip flops. I'm completely unbalanced on solid ground.


Even with all the bright, neon signs begging me to not do the obviously stupid..I do it anyways. Within 2 minutes, I am in the bathtub fully clothed, with a scraped up and bleeding arm. (somehow, managing not to land on my child.)

Second one, was a little bit simpler but hurt a whole lot worse. I, against all warnings that I shouldn't attempt to pick up heavy things, decide to pick up a very large piece of bead board (wood). IT WAS IN MY WAY..and I'm am certainly not going to wait 5 minutes until someone is around to help me move it...I needed to move it..right then! I dropped it on my un-shoed toe and busted it open...OUCH!

Have I learned from my mistakes...probably not..I am still as impatient as ever and when I want something done...I normally want to do it myself...

I know this is the time when I should be kicking my feet up and relaxing...the only time in my life when I can expect other people to serve me, and me just sit back and relax....I should be watching movies while eating ice cream, reading lots of good books, painting my toenails (while I can still see them)

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...but here I am trying to work my butt off...what am I thinking? I guess I just can't bring myself to sit still for 5 minutes....

My house is coming together...I love redoing things and decorating...now I just need to get a shot of "lots of extra money" so I can buy some new furniture :)