The final countdown

Just 3 days until we get the keys to our new house!  Wohoo!  And yet, that means just over 2 days until we need to hand in the keys for this house... hmm..

Nah, it actually isn't worrying me too much.  The packing is going very well, and the cleaning is underway.  I am so very grateful that the morning sickness started easing about 1.5 wks ago and is virtually non-existent now. 

Also incredibly grateful that I haven't had to do everything on my own.  Special praise goes to my hubby, who has been packing up a storm, and to my mum, who seems to have endless energy and donates so much time to me and my house.  Also feel so blessed by other loved ones who have chipped in wherever they can.  I certainly am feeling supported and loved and lucky beyond measure.

The hardest part is getting stuff done with Cooper around.  He is just so 'helpful'!  He adds items to boxes, takes out other things that he doesn't think belong, and even pulls tape off sealed boxes ... to check their contents, I guess.  He also blesses walls that I've cleaned with snotty little kisses.

We washed the car today.  I think it may be the first time I've done it since Cooper was born.  As suspected, washing a car with him alternating between 'earth-moving' and 'helping mum' made car washing about as effective as tidying the lounge while he is in it.  No sooner did I get a section clean than he came along with his muddy paws to rub away at some invisible dirt.  Or kissed it with his muddy, snotty little face.  (Why does he insist on kissing everything?? I do not know.  Maybe Jason is right and I kiss him too much!)

The poor boy also wants to continue with normal activities like trips to the park and reading books together.  At least, for his sake, I get worn out very quickly so have to take regular breaks, and snuggling on the couch together with some books is needed by me too.

I am finding Cooper so delightful these days.  His beaming smile, his excitement and pride in each new achievement, his increasing independence, his ever-improving communication... it is all so much fun. 

I am thoroughly enjoying having a little boy instead of a baby, and feeling just slightly apprehensive about going back to having a baby again.  I've had to go back and look at pictures of Cooper when he was tiny to remind myself of what a cute little lump he was.  That made me feel a little better.  So I decided to go back and read some of my early day blogs again too.  Bad move.  There were some good parts, but mostly it confirmed the accuracy of my memory... little boys are way better than little babies.  Oh well, I'm sure I'll be just as smitten by the next bub too.  And it too will grow into a toddler quickly.  :)

Sick of being sick

*Warning... this is a super-whingy post, so don't read it if you're having a good day.*

I'm sick of feeling sick.  Pregnancy sucks.  Before you feel too sorry for me, I don't have it that bad really.  But it still sucks. 

And at 13.5 weeks, it seems to be turning up a notch.  If I remember correctly with Coops, I chucked more in the 13 to 17/18 wk period, although I did feel better between chucks.  This time, I swear I feel worse as well as chucking more.

I am seriously lacking motivation.  To do anything.  I feel mildly crap all the time, and just can't be bothered.  If I get too energetic and do anything mildly strenuous (like have a shower and clean the bathroom bench and toilet... seriously - shouldn't be too tough!), I have to sit still or walk slowly, slightly hunched for the next hour while I wait for my stomach to settle.

I sit here right now, knowing that Cooper's sleep time must be coming to an end, and my time to achieve stuff is getting shorter by the minute, but I lack the motivation to get off the couch.

I'm moving in 3 weeks.  I have not started packing yet.  There is plenty I could be doing right now.  But I just want to sit and eat.  But I don't even know what to eat.  Nothing sits quite right.  I know I'm not drinking enough either, but I just can't even bring myself to drink (which may explain the headache).  It sucks.

I have a lot of visitors throughout the week, and go out a bit too.  Jase thinks I might be doing too much and making it worse.  Mum asked about that this morning too.  But the thing is, even if no one comes over and I don't leave the house, I don't do anything differently anyway.  I'd still be sitting here in my dressing gown (I did get dressed this morning, but put my dressing gown back over the top for comfort... luckily none of today's visitors care about that!) or moping around slowly and restlessly, waiting for time to pass.  And the visitors keep Cooper happy, which makes me feel less neglectful for not playing with him much.

Why, oh why do people have more than two kids??

Nothing makes it better.  I just have to wait for these weeks to pass.  Come quickly, 20 weeks!!  And bring a settled stomach and lots of energy with you!

*End of moaning.  I shall now resolve to go and count my blessings and cheer up a little.*