Waiting Game

First of all, I wanted to share my swollen feet with everyone. These are officially the only shoes that fit me now. On Tuesday night I had to participate in the graduation ceremony at the college and let me tell you how professional I looked walking in with my regalia and my black flip-flops!! I thought the Provost was going to pass out when he saw my feet. Tried as I may, I couldn't fit these severely swollen feet into anything other than these.

I'm not miserable or anything, but I have always heard that shortly after your energy burst or "nesting" kicks in, you will go into labor. I have officially proved that to be false. I have been nesting for at least 2 weeks and I've managed to run out of projects (suitable for a woman in my condition). Let's see...I've:

• cleaned out the shed


• cleaned out the garage


• cleaned out and reorganized the hall closet


• cleaned out all of the bathroom cabinets


• cleaned out my computer desk and shredded a ton of stuff


• cleaned and organized Meda and Collin's rooms


• cleaned the kids' playroom and thinned out toys for donation


• done at least a load of laundry per day even if their is only 3 items in the hamper


• last night I wiped down walls and doors ( I still have more of that to do)


• the house is clean, the car is clean...

This waiting game is killing me. I have just about convinced myself to paint the kids' bathroom today. I am tired of the coral that has been lurking in their since we moved in 8 years ago. I'll be back later with an update.