Saturday, October 2, 2010
Another night of contractions and other strange happenings.
For some reason I thought I would go into labor and be done with it. I didn't realize contractions could last off and on all night- even 3 minutes apart for hours. I've lost two nights sleep this week to contractions now. When will real labor begin? Meanwhile, I'm brain dead and good for nothing. The kids have art and swimming today. Hopefully I'll go into labor. Queen's birthday is Wednesday. It's going to be close.
Aside from being worn out from all these contractions and walking 3 times a day, this hasn't exactly been my week. I ordered a shelf from Pottery Barn for our schoolroom and it arrived Thursday. Big D wasn't home, but my nesting instincts forced me to grapple with the 93.5 lb box until I managed to get the shelf out. Guess what? It was damaged- it had a very obvious gouge out of the front of the shelf. Only then did I see the big, gaping hole in the side of the box. Back in the box it went. A replacement is on the way and we have this huge box sitting in our entryway waiting on the UPS guy to come pick it up.
Then yesterday I was at Walmart trying to hurry through some grocery shopping. I always get my produce last and was picking apples when I turned around to find my cart gone. I looked left and right. It had disappeared into thin air. Now I'm starting to get irritated since I had already finished my shopping and really didn't want to start over again! I walked up and down the aisles looking for my cart and finally had an associate make an announcement over the loud speaker. I went back to the scene of the crime and a lady hurried up laughing about our "switching" carts. She had added a bunch of items to my cart and had to transfer them back to hers. Strange.
I guess it's just been one of those weeks.
- I'm an on-the-run mom to 6 kids who studied and taught exercise science in a previous life. I love all things running, nutrition, and health-related. I usually run at zero dark thirty in the morning and am often quite hungry before, during, and after my run, but I live a rich, full, blessed life with my children, family, and friends. My faith in God is my anchor, and looking to Him and His promises allows me to live fully even when life circumstances are difficult. While running gives me an appetite, my desire is to hunger and thirst for righteousness more than for physical food.