I am usually the laziest person on the planet. Really. Truly. Especially when I'm pregnant in the summer. But apparently someone lit a fire under my behind, because I've been in hyperdrive since last Thursday. On Thursday, I made it to Target (to get garbage cans & assorted must have toiletries), the lube place (for an oil change), to the mall (to return something & scope out holiday clothes for the kids), and to the supermarket to stock up on food to cook for above mentioned holidays. I also cooked supper for the first time (besides Friday afternoon) in ages. On Friday, I cleaned up the house, made a batch of bread (destined for the freezer) with the kids & cooked for the weekend. Sunday didn't count because I amused the kids the whole day. This morning, however, I was up at 6:00 after a dream about bad labor & showered. Since then, I already have another bread dough rising, gefilte fish & a large pot of chicken soup up on the stove to freeze. I sold a stroller, had the lady from the county who comes to evaluate my son's gross motor skills & I have another appt @ 11:30. I also have a planned outing with my sister to get dd1 school shoes at Nordstrom's anniversary sale.
My mother keeps asking me if I'm all right & if I feel any contractions. My dh looks at me like he wonders where I put his wife. What is up with that? I'm sitting down for the first time in close to 5 hours & it's like I have Restless Legs Syndrome- only not just my legs.