Random thoughts...that's all I have these days.

I have nothing profound, funny, significant or insightful to say today. Not that I normally do anyway, but for some reason, I feel the need to put something on my blog today. We have our occupational therapist coming in a little while and here I sit in my jammies, with one child still in his jammies and the other still in his crib. And you couldn't walk two straight steps in our playroom if you wanted to (that's where we usually do our "therapies"). The kids won't even go in there now....that's how I know when it's time to clean it. And yet, I sit here with no motivation to do anything. I'm not even sure if the OT will show up because we had an appt on Monday for her to come....I was in Dallas with that Sweet Baby Girl and my kids were at my parents house. I forgot we had an appt and I never called her. I had intentions of calling her later in the week (before today) to apologize, but I didn't. That's something the "normal" me would do....is it terrible that I really don't care?

I had a doc appt yesterday. Nothing exciting to share from that. I've gained 10 pounds. I've forgotten what that even means. Is that good? Bad? I gained 23 in the entire pregnancy with Zachary and 33 with Stephen. I have no idea what "10 pounds" means when you're 22 weeks pregnant. I have to make a decision which hospital to deliver at. The one I had Z at is closer, but the other one is bigger and I've heard has gotten better ratings for L&D. Neither can promise me a private room. I hate that.

I think Zachary is hitting the terrible 2s....it just so happens to be at the same time Stephen is hitting the terrible 3s. I don't think we ever really had the terrible 2s with Stephen. I've heard 3 can be worse than 2....up until a couple weeks ago, I had no idea what that meant. He's always been such a relatively easy kid. I feel like I'm in a house with a couple of teenagers and their raging hormones and mood swings. I sure hope this changes before November.

I also have to decide what day to have the baby. November 1st or 2nd. I could have him Oct 31....but I don't think so. I'm trying to decide which day has a better ring to it.

I think I'm nesting. I cleaned out Stephen's closet on Wednesday, and went through a bunch of Z's stuff that doesn't fit anymore yesterday. Today, I plan to clean out Z's closet. I'm planning a garage sale. I'm *thisclose* to opening our house and saying that anything that isn't bolted down can be sold. I'm so tired of the clutter.

Well, I suppose at some point I should go do something. That is what's expected of me. I would love to sit here and have diarrhea of the fingers all day. I could go on and on.....