the post without an interesting title

As the days drag on (and they are starting to drag), I get less and less done, more and more exhausted, and more and more irritable. Nice combination. Still, I try.

Today I started to go through the cupboards in the kitchen to make room for bottles, breastfeeding accessories, etc. It's a little tough since Al doesn't have the downstairs pantry built yet and I don't have room for everything in our kitchen cupboards. But I found that I couldn't get very far--my legs want to give out and, unfortunately, my kitchen cupboards (like most) aren't exactly seating height. I didn't get to the changing table (about the third or fourth day in a row I haven't gotten to it--I've lost track by now) but really need to try tomorrow and Saturday so Al can put it together when he's off on Sunday, thus completing the baby's room.

One fun thing that I did do was take Mya to her training course again. Al couldn't make it since he was working, but Ryan came to help out instead. And today was agility, which was super-fun to watch (a little demanding since there's a lot of bending over involved). Mya did a short circular course going through tunnels, jumping over a board (it was only three inches off the ground, though) and jumping through a hoop. Her best time was about eighteen seconds, which I thought was fairly good considering the fact that it was her first time and she's such a young puppy (almost seven months now). It also wore her out completely, and I'm seriously considering using a gift card Al has for Meijer to buy her a little agility course of her own. If Al would work with her to go through one, she might not jump on him and bite him so much (I still think she does it because she's excited to see him and wants his attention, and that's how she gets it. Otherwise, he's flipping through channels on the couch).

Of course, Mya's training was done by 2:00 pm and later in the afternoon when I wanted to work more in the kitchen, she wanted to play. I decided to take her for a walk since it was so nice out (50s!), walked to the end of our street and back, and ended up wearing myself out more than I wore her out. I finally got up and did a little more in the kitchen when Al got home, but, yeah, it's a mess. Like everything else. And I'm getting to the point where I don't care, I just want this baby to come out. We'll see how close the doc thinks I am tomorrow afternoon when I go to see him.

Final note: Serena seems to be doing fine at the vet, but is still not eating on her own no matter what they try. They're keeping her another night to give her more stomach-tube feedings and try to get her to eat by herself. I'm hoping and praying...