I Don't Feel Like it...

I should utilize nap time…but I don’t feel like it.

I should do the laundry…but I don’t feel like it.

I should workout…but I don’t feel like it.

I should cook dinner…but I don’t feel like it.

I should blog, about our trip to California we took 5 weeks ago, or about the pregnancy (lots to say about that!), or about my new decor for my house, or about parenting/hood, or about my feelings and inspiration and shit…but I don’t feel like it.

I should go to bed…but I don’t feel like it.

I should eat better…but I don’t feel like it.

I should get ready…but I don’t feel like it.

I should wash my hair now that it’s basically a rats nest with rats living in it…but I don’t feel like it.

I should get down on the ground and play with my kids more…but I don’t feel like it.

I should clean…but I don’t feel like it.

I should get dressed…but I don’t feel like it.

I should post more…but I don’t feel like it.

I should shower…but I don’t feel like it.

I should eat at home…but I don’t feel like it.

I should pluck my eyebrows…but I don’t feel like it.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned this pregnancy (and especially in the last couple weeks), it’s that I say “I don’t feel like it” basically to 99% of the things I “should” be doing right now. If there was a column for “You should watch more Netflix” and a space that didn’t have room for guilt with it, then I would be winning the grand prize and all the awards for it. And I am not even sorry. It’s effing hot outside. I like my sweats inside. I can’t have both because then I’ll be blazing outside in my sweats…so the sweats stay inside and so do the humans. My energy is lacking. My body is lucky if it sees a shower. My desire to do anything but cuddle with my kids and watch shows is strong. And so is my craving for allllllll the food. And I’m just here to say that I’m owning all of it. I’m cool with it. These are the days for snuggles til’ 10AM and candy for breakfast and fast food for dinner every other night and shows and video games in between. Because I am growing a human. And that’s the excuse I get to use for the next 19 weeks, and I am gonna use it every single chance I get.

I’m sure I’ll return to normal soon, and the blogging and posting will resume. This is just a phase the baby is making me go through (totally against my will if you must know). But until then, will you excuse me as I continue my fifth round of watching my favorite show: Parenthood, because I feel like it 🙂

Here’s a pic of Brett giving me his ultimate approval and unfailing support in my endeavor to never leave the bed or the couch (this was taken at like 3am one night and it is the best thing I have ever laid my eyes on).