I'm beyond restless.

This happens to me every 3^rd trimester (or at least in both of them so far).

When I was pregnant with Grant I was offered a full time promotions job at a TV station here in Charlotte. Why? Because I sent them a resume and got an interview. Why would I do that knowing I'm about to have a kid (in a few months)? I was restless.

Today I was just unsatisfied with everything.

Today I wanted a job... where I could work from home.

Felt like I had a toothache and needed to go to the dentist.

Felt like I needed a new hair color and cut.

Felt like I needed a manicure and pedicure.

Felt like going swimming.

Hated all of our furniture and searched desperately for a bedroom set (really just a headboard and matching nightstands) for our bedroom.

Decided we needed to get away for a long weekend... researched Myrtle Beach... called Drew's parents about their place in Desin, FL...

Went for a drive with Drew to look at furniture and realized my hips and back can barely do an hour in the car. (Drew called his parents back to let them know Destin is just not going to happen).

I also decided I was tired of being hungry and ate 2.5 pieces of pizza. My blood sugar was 165 after dinner. I decided I just don't care about that tonight.

I may still dye my hair tonight.

I'm just restless.

I'm physically limited by how uncomfortable doing almost anything is. Too hot to be outside. Too boring to be inside. Too blah to do blah.

I know, in my head, the solution to this is just do it.

Get a hair cut, color it, go to the dentist, finish touch-up painting in the house... stop whining and just get it taken care of.

So, yea, there you have it.

Not a whole lot going on since my last blog, but Drew caught that cute pic during bath time today and I had to share.

Drew & I spent a lovely evening together... me dealing with off and on contractions... Drew being the loving husband did not complain when I watched the last 30 minutes of “The Bachelorette.” Now, I do not watch “The Bachelorette” or even “The Bachelor” but there was nothing else on and I really wanted some mindless TV to unwind to. We made fun of it endlessly. It was so fun. Then came that new show where the people are dating in the dark... wonderful fun snarking on that monstrosity. I know that Drew's ideal evening is not watching bad reality TV... but I had a wonderful time jut hanging out with him. By the time thew news came on I felt a lot better, the contractions had stopped and I wasn't so freaked out.

So I was sick after all!

Friday I just couldn't do anything... I literally could not stop coughing. I'd coughed all night... and couldn't take it any more. I called my OB's office at 9am (because we're supposed to call them first) to beg for mercy. I explained the whole situation and was told a nurse would call me back. (insert eye roll here). I coughed from 9 until 12:30 – when the did finally get around to calling me back. What'd they say? Call your regular doctor. WHAT?! You think I'm going to get in to see my regular doctor when calling for an appointment at 12:30 Friday afternoon? When I started crying (and of course, croaking – I have almost no voice) on the phone the woman told me to go to urgent care. Well, thanks to the NC State Health Plan being so delightfully crappy, an urgent care visit is $75. No, thank you. I called my regular doctor – the soonest they could see me would be Monday afternoon – but that I need to call my OB. OH REEEAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY? (insert another eye roll here). Drew came home from work around 4:30 and I high-tailed it to the CVS minute clinic. It was well beyond time to get checked out.

I wasn't thrilled about having to go to a minute clinic... but the nurse couldn't have been nicer. Unfortunately, when she listened to my lungs she knew I needed a breathing treatment immediately. I have Bronchitis... and I needed a nebulizer to open the lungs up. Can't do that at CVS. So she sent me to an urgent care. GREAT. Well, this urgent care was different. It's just a regular doctor's office... and they charge like a regular doctor's office... and it was clean... and cheery... and right up the road from CVS. They got me right back... gave the same diagnosis as the CVS nurse... hit me with the breathing treatment (I felt 1000 percent better after that alone) put me on the antibiotic and sent me on my way. I was in and out in an hour.

Friday night... I slept like I've never slept in my life. I'd wake up and cough... then close my eyes and literally... feel like I was blinking... but 2 hours would have passed. My body was finally resting and breathing and I had a pretty good break from coughing. Each day I've improved.

Today we took the baby clothes out of the attic so I could assess what we have and decide what we need. Seeing these baby boy clothes out again... my goodness... it feels so real. These tiny little baby clothes! I remember when Grant wore them... and now he's running around talking in complex sentences... expressing emotions... how fast the time goes. I'm starting to dread those months with no sleep at all (especially considering how little I've slept this past week because of the coughing... )but I'm starting to get excited to hold a little peanut again. I don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse the second time around to know exactly what you're getting into. Oh well, it's like a freight train coming anyway... doesn't matter how I feel about it... there's no stopping it now!