Pregnant chicks

When you think pregnant chicks, what do you see? A pair of puffy ankles holding up a slightly off-balance (physically and emotionally) woman ticking off a strange to-do list of potentially unnecessary household chores and cooking tasks, in between snacking and napping?

This week, I have become that woman.

Exhibit A: On Monday I filled two large jars, one with homemade muesli, one with stewed apples. I have never made either of these before, but now we have at least two months' worth of both.

Ex. B: Yesterday I took two naps, one at about midday, one at 4pm, each lasting around 45 minutes. When my husband got home from work at 5.30, I felt so exhausted that I actually burst into tears while eating dinner.

Ex. C: I cleaned the fridge.

Ex. D: Each night I have been making double of everything and then labeling the leftovers and freezing it. I know this is sensible as there won't be much time to cook after baby gets here, but I don't think I have ever frozen a meal before in my life.

Ex. E: Yesterday I went to the post office to try to send my manuscript away. The process of obtaining the right stamps and envelopes proved to be overwhelming. I came home with an envelope that the m/s won't fit in and not enough stamps to send it. I was also supposed to send my sister her birthday present, which always comes with a Pinky bar (she lives in the USA and Pinkys are her favourite). I ate the Pinky the night before, remembered that I had forgotten to replace it as I got to the counter. No Pinky for sister. Sorry sister.

Ex. F: I've been wearing jandals pretty much all summer, but yesterday I went to put on my favourite sneakers, the same ones I wore for pretty much the whole time we lived in Canada. They don't fit.

Talk about cliched behavior. After last night's outburst, I have decided to try to do absolutely nothing today and see if that makes me feel a bit more sane. I'll keep you posted.