It is amazing to me how expectations can change. I used to think I was a slacker if I only worked an 8-hour day. Today I felt great achievement when I got dressed and even put my shoes on. How sad is that? Ok, that is somewhat of an exaggeration but seriously, it took me 20 minutes to put my shoes on today (yesterday I never did put shoes on - just slippers). I spent 10 minutes getting myself psyched up to bend over my ever-enlarging belly (also known as my sweet daughter whom I am so excited to hold rather than "carry") in order to put my tennis shoes on. That accomplished I took 5 minutes to recover from the exertion and then another 5 minutes of psyching up in order to tie them. When I was done, I proudly proclaimed a "ta-da" to a laughing Phil. Of course I had to point out to him that the bow of the laces was, in fact, in the middle - no cheating side-bows here! When I called Punka (the term of endearment for my dad - that's another story) and told him, he was thrilled that I now understand what he goes through every day (he's had many health issues including a new hip and back surgery). So, pregnancy has allowed me to empathize with my father? That's a little strange!
Update on the roaches: the terminix guy came and sprayed, we are still seeing a few in the morning but we are very hopeful that within the month we'll not see them anymore.
Update on the nursery: Phil did the sketches today for the animal scene he is painting on part of the nursery walls. He amazes me! They are so cute. I'm getting really excited to see how that will all come together. I'll post pictures when we are done. For now, here is a picture of the glider-rocker we just got (a gift from my siblings).
I guess that is all for now.