Stumped (or maybe just slumped…)

To state the obvious, I haven’t been blogging as consistently these days as I once did.   I keep trying to kick my rear into action, but I’m so tired.   I’m only 24 weeks pregnant, and I’m so tired that I haven’t cleaned house since we’ve been home from Florida.   I’m such a cleaning-freak, it would usually have been cleaned twice by now.   I see the dust bunnies (and the cobwebs and the crumbs by the toaster and the unfolded laundry and the toothpaste flecks on the mirror and… and…) and I just look the other way.   I’ve been so tired that the last two nights I have become a lump on the couch, not even with enough energy to walk two feet to pick up the remote from the counter and turn the TV station.  

A big part of it is that Kenny has all but given up on naps.   That is, unless I walk him in the stroller (and boy do I have energy for that… yeah…) or drive him somewhere in the car, he is officially no longer interested.  Waaaa.   I used to catch up on house work and computer work when he slept.   Now, it’s non-stop all day (he is doing well with an enforced quiet time, but that’s just not the same!   He can hear me, even see me because of the way his bedroom door is situated to look out over the downstairs living room and office door), and I can’t quite get anything done.   Least of all nap, which is what I most need to do.

Then there is the “what should I write about” – a conundrum that hasn’t really plagued me until now.   Kenny’s two and a half.   He’s cute, funny and smart.   Everyday.   And except for our potty-training battles, his firsts and milestones are not filling up the paragraphs like they used to.     And I’m pregnant, but you all have known that for almost 20 weeks, and with another 15 to go, how much can I really write about all that, except that I’m burping like an Irish barkeep and so tired I’m already ready for bed by the time I finish breakfast in the morning?

Did I mention that we’re house-looking, too?   We’ve been on the search since Christmas, and I feel like everytime I sit down at the computer, I’m researching neighborhoods and listings and on and on.  

Worst of all, everyone I know thinks that we were “on vacation” in Florida.   Yes, we were warm.   But Casey worked everyday, and most days I didn’t have a car, so for Kenny and I, it was business as usual, only the windows were open and we got to hit the beach on the three weekends we were there.   So people keep asking me if I’m “all rested up from vacation.”   I want to cry.

Here’s a question or two for you:  why don’t they let pregnant women have caffeine?   The least the American Pregnancy Association could do for us poor battle-worn pregos would be to OK caffeine during these times when  we’re the most tired.   Some afternoons I would trade the rest of the day’s food allowance for one ice-cold diet coke.   And mood-swings… why can’t I have a glass of wine to unwind at the end of the day?   That would help my mood.   Or shopping?   No retail therapy for me…. unless I want to invest in even more polyester maternity clothes that look like they were stitched by the three blind mice.   Ok, I guess I could go buy a Gucci diaper bag or something.  

So I’m back to my ever-more-slightly sagging spot on the couch.   If only I could teach Dudley to massage my feet…