Today I’ve done laundry, cleaned the kitchen, logged in to work and send an email to get something there fixed, swept the floors, mopped the floors, and I think that’s about it. The apartment is tidier now. I still need to take a shower and go get the laundry out of the dryer downstairs.
The cats, on the other hand, have been lying on the couch all day watching me while intermittently sleeping. I feel somewhat envious of this, although I know that sleeping would probably just give me a headache.
I claim some boredom, but really I’m happy to not be at work today, and I’m happy to be able to mop the floors (they needed it!) and get some laundry done and lounge around with the kitties.
This week on the way home one evening I started to feel really pregnant. Not just the knowledge that I’m pregnant, and not a some of the discomfort of side effects and the like, but just sitting there on the bus incredibly aware of the belly. It’s definitely showing, and I’ve started feeling it in a different way. I don’t know if I can adequately explain it, to be honest. It just feels different than usual.
I think I may pull out the guitar and play for a little while.