Blah.

Feeling like poo today. Shall I bore you with my life? I shall.

I fell asleep on the couch last night and John claims to have tried to get me up a couple times to come to bed with him and watch a TV show that I like (Most Haunted...--Canadian Television--). I only remember him turning off the lamp in the living room and that was it. I snuggled back up into the couch and continued to snooze away. The couch has become a strange thing to me lately. It started out as the best place in the world to get a good night's sleep. I could let my butt sink into the middle cushion division and it supported my belly quite well. I could even sleep on my back because of the whole butt-sinking dynamic as it kept me in a sort of semi-reclined position. Now, while I can still sleep well on the couch, getting off and back onto it is becoming something of an event. I think I pull a stomach muscle each time I try to hoist myself up and each time I try to lay back down. The fact that I can't get comfortable ANYWHERE is really starting to piss me off.

On to my day today... did up some morning dishes, had a bit of breakfast and since the weather is lovely, decided to tend the front garden for a bit. I haven't tamed my ivy sculpture-things out front in quite a while so I tackled those, then I went on to do a tiny bit of weeding. And by tiny bit, I mean tiny bit. Once the whole bending-over thing stopped working for me, I came inside the Florida room (yes, we live in Canada and have a Florida room) and helped John stain the cabinet doors for the master bathroom. We've got pretty good ventilation (fans on and windows open) happening in there so the fumes were super-minimal.

After the staining, I started on a crock-pot recipe that I've been meaning to try. When I was in the ravenous craving phase of my pregnancy, I ripped a recipe out of a magazine from the doctor's office for pulled pork. I don't know why I NEEDED that recipe bad enough to rip it out of a magazine that didn't belong to me.... but, I remember the sheer satisfaction of having it tucked in my purse while I waited for the doctor.

After the cooking, I decided that I needed to spray-paint something. I don't know what it is these days with me and spray painting everything I can get my hands on. I think it has something to do with not needing to open a flippin' can of paint, find a brush, tape off the edges (which never seems to matter for me anyway....I'm THAT bad...) and all that jazz. I had a large fake-wood mirror that I've been wanting to 'bring new life to' so I lugged that outside and put a few coats on. Then, I rabidly wandered the house for more to paint. I found some light switch covers, a couple tin cans and a wooden picture frame. Yes, it really is a disorder.

Decided I was tired of painting so I came in, showered and cleaned up a little bit inside. I dyed and plucked my eyebrows and did some dishes. Now, I'm having some strange pressure/stabbing pain whenever I stand and walk around. When I sit, I'm all good-but, when I walk around, YOW!

These are the days of our lives, folks.

What does a baby look like if...

....it's made from kimchi, rice and meuslix cereal? Should be interesting.

A woman's work is never done.

Almost finished with Jack's room with the exception of a really crappy paint job that I did on the closet (apparently, you need to primer wood before you paint it---BAH!).

Here's a broad view of the room itself:

And since I have an abnormal fascination with the ceiling fan, here's another one:

My made-up changing area. Bought the change pad from Ikea and covered it with a pillowcase. That way, I can just switch around the pillowcase and toss it in the washer. I'll probably switch to plain, white pillowcases for the ease in bleaching:

Close-up of his ADORABLE bedding (shower gift):

Gotta love the sheer curtains from Ikea. I slaved over our bedroom curtains-picking out the right fabric for way too much money, sewing, ironing, swearing, sewing again, swearing some more. Then, you walk into Ikea and there are pre-sewn curtains for $6.99/pr. I tell ya, there are just some things I'd rather buy...

Another homemade frame mat with a picture frame I painted yesterday:

My collage of Target frames:

The chair that I would like replaced with a rocking recliner, but I'll suffer for now...

Artsy Fartsy

And here are the floral arrangements I made for the shower as centerpieces...

Back in the saddle.

Woke up this morning and decided the nutritional debauchery needed to cease. I was planning on not really paying attention to protein/carb/fat ratios until the kiddo came, but I've since rethought my game plan. I want to make sure that this last week (and a half???) is filled with plenty of energy-sustaining nutrients and that I'm ready for my next marathon---labour.

I'm going to be sticking with the basic BFL principle. My only adjustment will be that I'm not planning on doing too much in FitDay and I'll probably end up with something more like a 50/30/20 plan in the end-which is A-O.K. with me right now. After the babe arrives, I'll probably switch it up to the more rigid 40/40/20 and keep the carbs ultra-clean; but for now, I'm just trying to make a transition (which, in the end, should make the flip to 40/40/20 easier in a few weeks).

With that said, breakfast was whole-wheat toast and hard-boiled eggs. I actually pondered the thought of pouring a stew-pot of Honeycomb cereal and vegging out in front of the TV for a few hours, but I was strong and boiled me some eggs, instead.

Lots to do today. I need to straighten up the house for tomorrow's mini-baby-shower with John's friend's wives, put up some artwork in Jack's room, clean up my office a bit and then do a little laundry. For the art in Jack's room, I bought a 10-pack of frames from Target and made some homemade mats to fit inside. I tried to make the mats interesting enough so that if I put them on the wall by themselves (without pics), they would still have some artistic insterest. I think they came out smashing...