18 more days...

And I'll have my body back to being just mine and I'll have a teeny body screaming his little head demanding to bed fed/changed/held etc. I.can't.wait. But thsi was me at work.

Yea. I was fried. And all I did was answer a huge chain of emails about signs. I slept late this weekend so that's probably why my sleeping habits are out of wack. Soon I'll be forcing myself to sleep. If only my cat would stop jumping on and off the bed. I might have to shove her in the bathroom...or ask Tony to...my ankles are really swollen. I couldn't even finish the dinner dishes thanks to their swelling. I did however clean the litter box (don't worry I was safe about it and washed my hands twice and disinfected with antibacterial), somewhat packed up my computer desk (we're going to use it as the changing table), packed my lunch for tomorrow (left over spaghetti) and put away all the baby bottles that I disinfected last night. That's it. I have this HUGE list on my fridge that I need/want to get done in less than 18 days. This includes training the dog not to sleep in our bed and train the cats that our bedroom is no longer a place they can hang out =/ with such tiny (and I mean tiny. My office at work is bigger than our efficiency) space I'd like to prevent as much hair and dander getting into the baby's stuff. I will continue to work on my list tomorrow when I get home from work. Hopefully before my ankles swell. =/

G'night. xoxo