Organizing, that is...
So I woke up EVERY TWO HOURS last night. Why? I'm not entirely sure, but it sure sucked. I had a hard time sleeping, thus the waking up, but a hard time falling asleep again each time. When I awoke at 0700, I heard my mom or dad making coffee in the kitchen, so I turned over and hoped that they would take out Puck when he made his was into the kitchen -- luckily, they did!
My last hour of sleep -- from 0900 to 1000 -- was difficult and quite tossy-turny. I finally got up, fed Puck, and headed into the kitchen to find a note: Dad playing golf/ Mom Barton Creek. I was alone, but who knows when they actually left or would return. I decided that after I took Puck to potty, I would have cinnamon raisin toast for breakfast. I'm glad I did because it was delicious! I also had a small glass of orange juice with Miralax... yes, it helped a little.
My mom came home a few moments after I finished breakfast and she complained a little about my having toast for breakfast, to which I reminded her that she's the one that let me buy it... she said something mumbly about eating healthy and the baby as a sort of retort. I instead, asked her about her work out as I walked to their computer.
My next hour was spent organizing their iPhoto pics. Their camera had the wrong date when we went to Italy in 2007, so there were tons of Italy pics mixed up with my mom's Paris trip in 2006. I'll tell you, it's difficult to differentiate between some of the architecture in a handful of the pics. After I separated Italy and Paris, I deleted photos of Alberto because no one needs them anywhere. I also added pics of Jamie to her album, me and Ty to our album, and Puck to his album. I noticed they don't have a lot of pics of Puck.
When I finished, my mom and I began tackling my bedroom. We folded and hung up clothes that were brought over in trash bags. We organized my drawers and fixed my closet a bit, too. It looks great! However, after about 10 minutes, I was resigned to laying on the bed and helping with my words. My mom was nice enough to massage my back for a few minutes, which felt amazing.
As we were on a roll, we moved into the nursery and I was given a huge pile of things to "unwrap." I've never seen so many tags and little clear plastic connectors on anything. Not to mention the sizing on baby clothes is ridiculous! I had some "newborn" clothes that look giant and some 6-9 month onesies that are tiny! When we wash everything, we plan on putting all the newborn and 0-3 month clothes in one drawer and adding whatever else we have that just looks small. We have so many clothes, it's insane. My mom said Eisley probably won't ever have to repeat an outfit... at least not for the first 3 months.
By now it was 1402 and my mom was shocked we'd spent so much time, so she decided we needed to go to the pool. I changed, set up the misting fan, and spent 20 minutes skimming the pool. Mom came out with water for us and Puck and moved all the mats and stuff to the pool. I hopped in and swam a few laps with the kickboard while she read a magazine while laying on a float.
My dad was mowing the lawn and came around back after a few minutes. Puck wasn't quite sure where he wanted to be and nervously paced around until my dad finished. A couple minutes later, he reappeared and got the hose so he could water the grass and spray any grass clippings away from the pool. We all chatted and swam around for an hour and a half. I showed them some exercises to do with the pool "weights" and they both worked out for a bit trying various things. However, my dad soon wanted to try the water guns my mom had bought... mom decided it was time to cook dinner and I was stuck being shot in the back of the head repeatedly. I was surprised to see how much it hurt. Finally, I was able to convince him that we should head inside.
I picked up my stuff, the rafts, and headed inside to shower. After my shower, my mom told me that she wasn't going to cook the pork tenderloin because she didn't want to cook something I may not like, so I was free to make eggs or whatever. Lucky for me, my dad volunteered to make the eggs, while I cooked the rest of the turkey bacon in the oven. My dad and I also had a slice of toast. I personally thought dinner was phenomenal. I loved every bite!
As I took the plates to the kitchen, I noticed some mail for me and Ty. One was a VA loan, one was something else wasting our time, and the third was a gift from Mr. Lett and his wife! I was so surprised. It was a timer that I've had on my registries since the beginning. Upon seeing it and knowing we had the whole evening to kill, mom and I headed back to the nursery.
We folded all the clothes, towels, and blankets. I opened and set up the diaper depot changing station. I opened and assembled the mobile, video monitor, twilight turtle, and went through the things passed on to me by "that girl." There's not actually a whole lot left to do. We did decided to return the My Breast Friend that I got at the shower because "that girl" had passed one on and it seems logical to put that $50 toward something else.
Tomorrow we'll be running a few errands, but not too many, as I can't make it too long. The most important and first errand is to mail Ty a box. And Wednesday, I'm going to get a pregnancy massage, which I am so excited about because my back has been a bit achier, as I never cease to keep growing.
Jamie and Daniel should be here Thursday and stay for 10 days or so...
I miss Ty terribly and hope to hear from him soon. I know he said he'd be busy and I definitely don't doubt that he is busier than he should be, but it doesn't make me miss him any less. I keep hoping he's eating enough and sleeping at LEAST 5 hours a night, though 6 or 7 would make a WORLD of difference. I wish he were here and I think about him constantly.
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