Well, I'm pregnant again. Yeah, shocker, right? And now that the morning sickness is largely leaving me alone and I no longer feel like I need to sleep all day (just most of it) it's time to get going on preparing for a new member of the family. And you know what that means? Scrubbing the floor of the kitchen on my hands and knees. Because all newborns love a clean kitchen floor months before they're born. Yeah, I know, the logic escapes me as well. But I'm pregnant, so I don't have to make sense anymore.
I have to scrub toilets! Clean high ceiling corners! And free us from the evil clutches of the dastardly...dust bunnies. Or if I could just get on top of the laundry, and keep the house in some semblance of order while six children follow me around and undo all my hard work, that would be okay too. Priorities and baby steps, right?
