After my ranting about Boyfiend spending too much time on his boat and not enough time on the Fiendling’s new bedroom Boyfiend actually made things worse. Last Saturday he put his boat in the water. He got up in the morning and his brother came over to help him get things set up. Passover dinner at my aunt’s house was scheduled for five. I told Boyfiend I needed him home by four. He agreed.
My morning was fine, but walking takes a toll these days. I was looking forward to nap time. Of course the Fiendling didn’t nap for more than fifteen minutes and woke up miserable, clingy and angry to be awake. I thought I was going to lose my mind. In tears I called Boyfiend to remind him that I really NEEDED him to be home on time. He said he wouldn’t be home by four, but he’d be home by four-thirty. That did not please me. When he wasn’t home by five I got the Fiendling and myself dressed and in the car and left without him. I was furious.
Then he made things up to me. The Fiendling spent last night in his new bedroom- a full 24 hours earlier than originally promised. I doubted him, but Boyfiend came through working until ten o’clock most nights to get the painting finished. The room looks fantastic and with the addition of a train table and a few trains Mix found on the side of the road the Fiendling loves it. After the big unveiling, after yet another day without a nap, the Fiendling spent two hours happily playing in his room by himself while I vacuumed and rearranged things. Then he slept through the night.
The nursery is clean. I washed the gender-neutral newborn clothes, the newborn diaper, and the covers and seat pads for the baby bouncy chair, car seat and swing. The glider is in the upstairs parlor where we spend most of our time and the pack n play where the baby will sleep the first few months is in our room. Nothing is set up in the nursery, but I thought it might be best to leave it empty for a bit, just in case the Fiendling gets it in his head to move back in. I don’t have a bag packed for the hospital, but I did put aside a few nursing tops and pajamas to bring along. Last time I just wore the gown the whole time I was there, but this time since the Fiendling will be there to visit I want to look as normal as possible
I am sick of being pregnant. I don’t remember it being quite so bad last time. I know I was swollen for a lot longer and uncomfortable, but I didn’t have any Braxton Hicks contractions, I could nap daily, and I didn’t have a two-year-old to chase around. My feet hurt, I’m tired all of the time, and all the work I’m doing around the house is exhausting.
Now that I’m ready for the baby I’m sure it will be at least two weeks overdue.
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