Instead of moving, now I am painting. Somehow this seemed like a good idea. Actually, scratch that: it seemed like something that would NEVER EVER happen if I, personally, had to move all the furniture, which I physically can't do, whereas now, we have basically no furniture. Also, flat paint + children = instantly grubby hallways. I just can't.
The number of people who have freaked out over Pregnant Lady Painting is astonishing. For one, I am using a zero-VOC latex; for two, I am standing on a four-legged kitchen chair and painting eight-foot ceilings. I don't even have to reach up very far. I am not going to fall. I am also not getting up 15 feet in the air to edge the entryway. That would be crazy. For three, I have a PhD in biochemistry and have worked with radiation, phenol, and volatile solvents (safely) while pregnant. Don't drink the P-32, that's all.
Bug is insane. Tatoe is getting his two-year molars. I am buying All The Things despite the fact that, as Dr. S puts it, I have an allergy to spending money. This causes FEELINGS. However, I am too busy looking at literally two hundred rugs online to think about FEELINGS.
During the past week, I also thought maybe I was feeling the baby less. Although it's completely irrational -low-risk third pregnancy, first two delivered at 40-week full term, no preterm labor ever- I was a little freaked out. No, actually, I was a lot freaked out. Eventually I poked the baby so much that she did a hard somersault around (ow) and has been kicking me a great deal. Phew. (Right before I broke down and called the midwives.) I think she was just rolled around backwards or something. A little learning is a dangerous thing.