Apropos of nothing, here’s a video of adorable Japanese mascot commercials. Just because.
I’m 33 weeks and counting. My feet are still swollen so much that the only shoes I’m wearing are flip flops despite the colder spring weather. Babybean has gone from movements only I can feel to protruding limbs that everyone can see. It’s something else to sit and watch your belly ripple and bumpy bits of flesh poke out of it while you have no control over anything in that area. I’m not sure I like the sensation but I am fascinated by it. Even Fatherbean gets to see the show once in awhile if he can drag his ass away from TV Tropes on the internet long enough to take an interest. I’m freaking tired ALL THE TIME now. No energy to do even the simple tasks. Which is pissing me off as the nursery isn’t even clean let alone finished painted and I don’t have time to do it with work draining every last inch of my sanity and…and…*cries*. Oh, yeah, the crying. Lots of it. I have reason to be but also, GAGH. Too much.
Agis is gone and I miss him. Spitha is still here and being awesome but I do miss the youthful energy that Agis brought to the house. Agis isn’t doing well in his new foster home and is having aggression issues. They will have their work cut out for them and for awhile it looked as if he was going to be shipped off yet again – which set me off into a world of despair that had me anxiously thinking I’d let him go to his doggy death – but thankfully a dog behaviorist has stepped up to the plate and things are progressing slowly. I feel horrible and guilty and like I failed him. But I had to do what was best for him and for my family and need to take solace in the fact I did just that.
I’m also on some meds. Cipralex to be exact. Just a bit to start and it seems to be working. I’m less anxious and other than normal pregnancy stuff seem to be taking small steps to enjoying this last couple months. Also the Dr overseeing my therapy sessions with the Comorbidity Clinician reminds me of David Tenant’s Dr Who. Seriously. He’s young and talks JUST LIKE DR WHO. Even Fatherbean agrees.
Now, I just need to get that room done. Oh yeah, I’ve also been crafting – painting things and knitting things for baby – so I’m feeling a bit more accomplished. Today was a “sick” day from work (thanks to a killer migraine this morning) and I managed to finish painting Babybean’s step stool tonight. And eat ice cream. That was the important part.
I want to try and get back into my blogging groove though it’s hard. The energy being sapped from me often leaves me speechless or unable to communicate. With the pills settling in and life taking a turn for the better though I think I can get back into the swing of it.