In the Feathered Nest

Friday I took the boys strawberry picking - our little spring ritual here. It was beautiful and sunny and the strawberries were bright and sweaty looking. And quite delicious.

And then because I must be crazy, we went straight from the strawberry adventure to Costco, Target, and Trader Joe's. I loaded groceries and boys into the car at three different places in 91 degree weather.

And then when David came home and had to unload all of it and was putting it away and got really frustrated about not having room, we had words about grocery shopping.

My questionable rationale being that grocery shopping is hard, it's not something he wants to do when he gets home after work, and I'm not going again for any reason until after this baby is born.

His point being that food goes to waste sometimes if you buy too much at once and there's not enough cupboard space, and besides that, we're having a baby - not preparing for the apocalypse.

Saturday I felt like a truck ran over me - too much bending, lifting, and either sitting in a car or on my feet for twelve or fourteen straight hours on Friday. I have no idea what I was thinking.

And of course today I noticed we're out of laundry stain remover, peanut butter, and soon toilet paper. So I wasn't as thorough as I thought, and my stock piling makes me feel a little sheepish, but still. Grocery shopping is probably number one on my list of hated tasks, and I am now officially boycotting it, maybe for the rest of the summer.

Meanwhile, we (by "we" I mean mostly David) have also thoroughly scrubbed two and a half bathrooms, cleaned and straightened the piles of nonsense that were invading our bedroom, run several loads of laundry, bought a couple more onesies, a baby monitor and a carseat, and are now in the process of dragging out a large area rug from our living room, polishing the floor under it, and replacing the rug (and rearranging the furniture in the process).

Tomorrow after my 39-week OB appointment, I am co-hosting a bridal shower for a darling girl from church, so I'll be food prepping and socializing most of the day.

Then I plan to sink into a happy routine of sitting on the couch, every now and then having what Henry has started calling "choclicks" (i.e., fudge frosting on a spoon), drinking ice water by the gallons, perhaps maintaining the laundry, and incubating.

Not exactly blog material, but there's always the outside chance that I will now have the time and energy to blog.

And with a sedentary mother, Cal and Henry will undoubtedly come up with some human interest for us all, don't you think?


Katherine@Raising Five said...

I STILL hate grocery shopping! My third pregnancy was the beginning of my grocery hiatus, too (bedrest for months on end forced the issue). Maybe you shouldn't tell your husband that mine ended up with the job for the next NINE years! It just made sense for him to go alone while I kept the kids happy and/or napping at home, than for me to go with all of them (especially the nursing infant). And he preferred facing the store than staying home with all the kids while I went alone...

I picked it up again, now that the last one is potty trained, but even with two "big" preschoolers, it takes a whole morning. Sheesh, if only we didn't have to eat!!

Can't believe you're at 39 weeks. Can't wait to hear the news!!

someone else said...

I'm not even pregnant and am not toting children along and I despise grocery shopping! I applaud your bravery in going in the heat and taking both kids with you.

Maybe David could go get the peanut butter and TP while you enjoy the choclicks. :)

The Amazing Trips said...

Ye are better than I.

I haven't left the house in almost three days. Seriously, I can't walk more than 5 feet w/o having to go to the bathroom. Charlie's been a man on a mission doing almost all of the erranding (is that a word?) and has even been so gracious as to take children WITH him, leaving me at home to look at the shambles that is our house since we've started "improving" things.

I can't even fathom bending down and picking strawberries. There would have been a behemoth puddle beneath mine feet.

I'm very impressed >> but not inspired! Infact, I think the only thing that would inspire me to leave the house, at this point, is if it was on fire.

An Ordinary Mom said...

Your post makes me tired just reading it. I hope you get some time to yourself to relax before this new little one joins your world ... even if it is shopping by yourself to get peanut butter and toilet paper :)!!

Real said...

Sounds like nesting to me!

Not too much longer, now...

kittyhox said...

Oh my goodness, I'd forgotten what a chore shopping and errands became during my third trimester, but it's all coming back to me now! And I usually like grocery shopping, but not when hugely pregnant!

And I can't even imagine doing all this with two little ones in tow! I just have the one baby. First pregnancies must be awfully easy, compared to the second and so on! Hardly any laundry, less cleaning, long naps, etc.

I am so impressed by you!

Hang in there!

PS (I popped over from Katherine@Raising Five's.


Blackeyedsue said...

Okay, where did the time go? How did you get to 39 weeks so fast and how do I get there?

You are so nesting. Now take a nap so you have energy to PUSH!!!

TJ said...

this has got to be the worst part of pregnancy. when you are almost there, and you can almost imagine yourself without such a giant stomach. i hope you go into labor soon, and even if your husband doesn't think its a good idea to stockpile, i think it is. enjoy sitting on the couch this week!! i wish i could join you!! (and its not fair you can go to TJ's. i really miss that store.)

Katrina @ Callapidder Days said...

Oh I can't believe you're so close -- how exciting! I'm with you on the grocery shopping. I don't like it and I tend to stockpile so I can put it off as long as possible... and I always find out I forgot something anyway. :)

Anonymous said...

Can you say nesting?