36 Weeks, 1 Day

I feel like crappy crap today. Ms. Baby Princess Pancake is hanging LO. Like lower then I ever ever ever remember Matthew being mostly because Matthew being Matthew was tucked up comfortably under my rib cage (sucking his thumb of course) and not even inducing that kid made him come down this low, I swear.

Last night, I slept from about midnight till 2:30p. Then I was up from 2:30 till oh say around 5:00a. I feel like Denise Richards (anyone else watch trashy E reality TV? OMG, my brain... I cannot tell if I am feeling dumber from having watched that show during Matthew's nap yesterday or being up half the night...) Any who, I really have no idea what time I finally fell back to sleep because I just stopped watching the clock. What woke me up at 2:30a? A contraction followed by cramp-y feelings followed closely by OMG is there ONE, just one for the love all that is good, ONE comfortable position this ever loving bed?!

Mostly now I am tired and I am really uncomfortable physically. This is my brain on pregnancy? Yeah that it is. Were you expecting some kind of cohesive thought on this post!? Bahahahaha...

Did I mention I have to use the ladies room every 2.3 seconds and I feel like if I do not 'go' in a "timely" manner there will be, er, issues? Like I should carry an extra set of clothing around with me.

I also have been a spaz in our house. I randomly have ten projects going. I went to look at the pile of photos from hell that has accumulated in the downstairs closet (from hell). I realized I had about 500 magazine stuffed down there. SO I went through the photos and the magazines. That took almost 2 hours of my life. I am in the process of putting together two photo albums, stuffed 500 photos in a third (and called it day) with 10 million other photos to be printed off and put somewhere.

I went through the 900 million toys that Matthew had when he was a baby and required batteries. What the hell were we thinking?! Most were actually gifts and I remember thinking please lord NO MORE TOYS WITH BATTERIES at one point. I dug out all of the batteries (even the ones that spewed battery acid everywhere from sitting out in the freezing cold/boiling heat of our garage back when we said 'one was enough...') We set up a battery charging station which is still processing 50 different kind of rechargeable batteries. Weeee! There are still four toys and a bouncer without batteries. I do not think we have enough rechargeable batteries despite the fact that we bought the power pack at Sam's two years ago.

I decided to clean the pile of pictures accumulated over the past two years that Matthew has made. It broke my heart to make a keep and throw away pile. Matthew saw Kevin taking the throw away pile out and wailed about it until I told him Daddy was putting it in the garage for safe keeping. WHAT?! Stop looking at me like that. I had to say something, it was right before bed and I kept most of the stuff. Much of what I got rid of was from BDLC or our house from when he first learned to use a crayon. I recycled much of the paper for use on the other side too. PLEASE STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT...

I believe but could be wrong that Matthew has hit a growth spurt. He has been eating like a fiend. Prior to this past week we had to fight to get him to eat his breakfast and/or dinner. He has suddenly taken to eating everything on his plate minus the veggies and the crusts of bread (which where did he learn about that?!) It has been pleasant even though I know it will not last forever. He has taken to falling down a lot and not on purpose.

The house gets cleaned today, thank goodness. One more day and I might have done it on my own.

We did NOT get the baby's room finished. Still lacking three main items plus shelves for the wall even though I spent a small fortune at Target on Saturday. Target does it again. Sucked me in with a list and spit me out with 12 random items I did not even KNOW I needed. I even heard a man say to his wife "oh honey I just remembered I need razors" and they turned back literally as they got to the check out area and were sucked back into the vortex known as Target. Do you think that big red bull's eye has some subliminal message in it?! Something like: Buy more items you do not need.

An Itch He Cannot Scratch

Matthew has hit a growth spurt. We think. He went from 35 1/2 inches two weeks ago to almost 37 inches over the weekend. I already knew he shot up last week but did not think much of it. Kevin confirmed this by measuring him on the ghetto chart. So this may be slightly off but close. The reason we know this - he complained about being itchy all weekend. Yes, I said itchy. And he actually ate. A LOT. At every single meal. Plus he drank tons of milk and water. The last time he grew he ate and drank like this so I am drawing the conclusion that the itchy feeling he was having had to do with growth. Or a serious case of Poison Oak/Ivy. Which he does not have but I would not put it past Matthew to find an urban patch of Poison something and roll around in it. Can you imagine?! Okay let's not. Oh and remove your mind from the gutter with regards to the title!

With the wicked itch came naked Matthew. Nine hours of naked Matthew yesterday alone... Clothing seemed to bother him and he would say "no underwear Mommy I am itchy." We did not get out much yesterday. Sigh.

Additionally, this drinking thing - well as you can imagine he spent a lot of time in the bathroom. So did I. He is able to navigate the bathroom by himself mostly. He knows how to put his own seat on the potty to go poopy and he can pee on his own (and will take said potty seat off to go pee pee.) It is the washing of the hands that has become an issue so I along with Matthew washed my hand 989,3520,538 times this weekend.

I am excited for the purported growth spurt because it means all that 3T clothes we bought will/might actually fit him! But good lord, I can hardly carry the boy any longer. As Kelly said recently - "Matthew you will be carrying your mommy soon." I feel your pain Jen! Matthew is not only getting to big but too heavy for me. Good thing he is WAY into Daddy right now!

We also decided to get ambitious and paint our deck this week. Photos to follow. We vastly underestimated this project overall... The time & energy and potentially the skill this might take. (HELL I SAY IT WAS HELL...) Kevin cleaned the deck about two weeks ago - yes we totally procrastinated on this project FOR GOOD DAMN reason. It took us 17 man hours with both of us working either together or separately over two days and the whole thing is mostly done (we still need to do the underside of the steps and two slats that I some how missed - EVIL EVIL SLATS...)

We chose a lovely shade of brown from Lowe's that we both liked and rolled with it. It does look great and in a few weeks when the pain and anguish of squatting and/or bending to paint (writhing in pain) the freaking deck will wear off, I will truly love how it looks! Have you ever painted a deck?! Holy shit, now I know why people either pay someone else to do it OR just buy that fake wood stuff. No shit - I said to Kevin "WHEN we rebuild this deck, we are using Trex so we NEVER have to do this again." In fact the painting of the deck was made worse by the searing heat and sweaty temps that we are so fortunate to still have hear in IN... OMG, kill me now. BTW, we WERE planning to paint the fence too... ahahahahahaha

Oh and I have a blister the size of my entire hand. Next home project?! Dig a trench and insert stone blocks around the front yard to create a lovely paver edge... sounds like fun, eh?! All, this while trying to wrangle a naked, itchy 2 year old into getting dressed to go have some fun outside! Hooray.

Happy Monday!