For the Love of God, Don't Forget the Shake

I was a complete emotional wreck last night, although I didn't become totally overwhelmed until Carl forgot to get me a chocolate milk shake when he went to Burger King. I try to recognize when I'm being unreasonable and I didn't do any yelling or throw a tantrum; instead I refused to eat and sobbed on the sofa for thirty minutes, then again for thirty minutes in the shower, after which I proceeded to mope pathetically on the sofa until about two in the morning. I told Carl I wasn't really upset with him, but it's difficult to accept what someone says when their actions seem to say the complete opposite, so I apologized to him this morning when I was finally feeling better.

Thanks to my mom the house is looking really great! She has given us the awesome gift of hiring Rick to work around the house for a week! He's already finished painting our baby's room, priming the bathroom, and he's gotten started painting the kitchen this morning. Yesterday installed a bathroom cabinet above the toilet for us and a medicine cabinet, which has been a huge improvement to our storage space. He also finished mowing and weed-eating our lawn (Carl was mowing it this weekend, but it began raining), so now it just needs to be edged to look as nice as our neighbors' yards. My mom has also been helping me sort through things to give away, put away, or throw away, as well as just general cleaning, because I can only be on my feet for a few minutes at a time before they begin to swell badly; she still makes me crazy when she'll get fixated on a small task I'd rather handle myself, but I do immensely appreciate all the help she's been giving me and also her overall (mostly) helpful and positive attitude.

My mom was sure I'd have the baby last night, on the full moon, but instead my feet, knees, and hands just swelled up a lot and I made myself and Carl miserable. My joints are still sore and I'm still sensitive, but overall I feel much better today.

I have an appointment with Esther tomorrow afternoon, so I'll get to see if my body is making any more useful progress toward labor. I've definitely still been having a lot of Braxton-Hicks contractions, but I haven't felt any more "real" contractions of which I'm aware, so I have no idea when I should expect to deliver.