Faith’s pump went off at 4:30am. I went in to reset it for the second time overnight (per usual), and she required a second diaper and pajama change (per usual). I perform both on autopilot, vowing to one day develop a diaper capable of bearing the load of the intestinally challenged. Pun completely intended and very, very true. You don’t even know.
I ambled back to bed in the dark with full intentions to fall back asleep, as I usually do. The second trimester has been a lot kinder to my sleeping habits, and the insomnia has all but disappeared. This morning, however, though my eyes were tired with sleep, my brain was wide awake writing mental post-it notes about the many things I need to do today, catching up after a week spent away from home in the hospital.
I fought it for a good hour, willing myself to fall back asleep, but my brain just wouldn’t shut off.
Follow-up labs at Children’s this morning. Pick up formula from Pediatrician. Call Walgreens about error in formula order. Order baseball uniform. Find out game schedule. Locate Easter baskets. Find a flattering maternity Easter dress (do those exist?). Dye Easter eggs. Baby brunch on Saturday. Clean hardwood. Buy dog food…
Then, naturally, I had to check my weather app to see if today would be a suitable day for the park considering Becks is on Spring Break or would the museum be a better choice? Weather looks promising, and everyone will probably be at the museum. Park it is.
Also, I’m thinking about donuts. The closest Dunkin’s is a 15-minute drive away, or I could opt for the closer grocery store bakery variety. But, a blueberry cake donut sounds soooooooo good. Why am I always hungry? #pregnant
Call financial advisor. Check on tax returns. Respond to a week’s worth of emails. Finish TpT project. Purchase baby shower gifts. The dog hair is OUT OF CONTROL. Run vacuum…
Finally, at 6am, I relent. I start a pot of coffee that is probably (definitely) a little on the stale side because I haven’t been helping Brandon drink it for the past four months, and pour myself a cup. Which is actually more like milk with a splash of coffee because, you know, caffeine. I formalize my mental list on actual paper, read a passage from the She Reads Truth Lent study (I’m about 40 days behind), and then begin checking things off of my actual list.
Order baseball uniform.
Respond to emails.
It’s now 7:15am and I hear Becks awake upstairs. He’s under strict orders to not leave his bedroom until 8:00am when school isn’t in session. Unless I’m making a 7:30am donut run. In which case, he makes pretty good company and has decent taste in pastries.
Happy Monday 🙂
PS. Random pictures compliments of the weekend.