The one where I scrub the floors
There is NOTHING like scrubbing the floors, on your hands and knees, when you are 37 weeks pregnant. Seriously, you should try it some time.
Today a certain someone flung an entire bowl of carrots (yes, baby food carrots. Yes we still consume baby food veggies in this house. You may now commence with throwing of stones.) on the floor. And the fireplace marble. And the rug. Instead of spot cleaning, I knew it was better to go whole hog.
And you just can't properly scrub a floor without getting down on your hands and knees. So there I was, at naptime, scrubbing the floor for the first time since July. Dsiclaimer: my floors have indeed been scrubbed, just not by me and not up to the exacting standards I so highly set for myself.
After that I cleaned some more things around the house. I oppose calling this "nesting" because it's really more like me trying to get my stay-at-home-mom groove back on. Sort of like running errands all morning -- fun! I can lift Jack into a cart! We can buy mass quantities of Kleenex and toilet paper at Costco!
And wouldn't you know it, I didn't have a single contraction from this adventure. I am a little sore from all the bending, but that's to be expected. I don't expect I will be feeling so up to scrubbing the floors in a few weeks, but then Josh can take over until I am sufficiently healed. That way, I can bitch about how he does them again and we all love that.
Today a certain someone flung an entire bowl of carrots (yes, baby food carrots. Yes we still consume baby food veggies in this house. You may now commence with throwing of stones.) on the floor. And the fireplace marble. And the rug. Instead of spot cleaning, I knew it was better to go whole hog.
And you just can't properly scrub a floor without getting down on your hands and knees. So there I was, at naptime, scrubbing the floor for the first time since July. Dsiclaimer: my floors have indeed been scrubbed, just not by me and not up to the exacting standards I so highly set for myself.
After that I cleaned some more things around the house. I oppose calling this "nesting" because it's really more like me trying to get my stay-at-home-mom groove back on. Sort of like running errands all morning -- fun! I can lift Jack into a cart! We can buy mass quantities of Kleenex and toilet paper at Costco!
And wouldn't you know it, I didn't have a single contraction from this adventure. I am a little sore from all the bending, but that's to be expected. I don't expect I will be feeling so up to scrubbing the floors in a few weeks, but then Josh can take over until I am sufficiently healed. That way, I can bitch about how he does them again and we all love that.
Labels: Pregnancy
posted by Amy at
7:18 PM
2 Comments:
Don't go blaming the floor-scrubbing on a bowl of tossed carrots; I distinctly remember you scrubbing baseboards only days after becoming cerclage-free the last time, too. You can't pin this on Jack!
If you're really wanting to induce labor, I've got some floors you can scrub! And I won't complain about how they're done! =)
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