I have something to confess.  As excited as I was to finish the year off at university, and as pumped as I was to finally be away from my job for the better part of the next year… I am bored.

Completely.

Utterly.

Bored.

I do not regret the decision to have gone on maternity leave a month before the due date, and it certainly proved to be the right decision given my blood pressure is no longer on the increase and frankly, a case of false labor is enough to prompt anyone into a state of perpetual waiting.

But damn, I am bored.

I don’t sleep very well through the night anymore, and tend to get my best sleep early in the morning, 7am-noon.  This puts breakfast at around 1pm, and any activity I could’ve hoped to do that day doesn’t kick off until 3 or 4 in the afternoon when I can be bothered to actually pull my head from my ass and get it together long enough to accomplish something.

That in and of itself warrants comment.  What is it about being pregnant that turns the brain to useless mush?  I cannot focus, nor have I been able to in a very long time.  I seem incapable of doing even the most routine tasks, or being able to think long enough to decide on what I should probably be doing with my time that isn’t mindless surfing the internet.

The problem is, I don’t FEEL like doing anything.  Games, books, friends, walks, cleaning, packing… I know these are things I could be spending my time on but for one reason or another working up the motivation is a different story.

So I have been forcing myself to clean.

And not just any cleaning, DEEP cleaning.  Going through drawers, throwing away stuff we’ve hung onto for absolutely no reason,  SCRUBBING WALLS for feck’s sake!  We are probably still 2 weeks away from being able to move, 4 weeks away from D-Day.  But I’ve come to the conclusion that I have to be realistic: Maddie could arrive early.  If she did, I would want a super clean and organized flat to bring her back to, and I would want moving with a newborn in tow to be as easy as possible (read: not easy in the least).  Thankfully, we have a moses basket courtesy Barrie that will suit us and our small flat just fine if the Littlest of Doodles decides to make her grand entrance early.

So this has been my last two weeks: Wake up 12pm-1pm ish. Eat, zone out on teh interwebz for a good few hours, feeling guilty about wasting time but unable to overcome the odd, hypnotic powers of cat pictures with captions and great eBay deals, work up the motivation to DO something ie clean, annoy the hubby when he gets home up until he goes to sleep as I missed him all day and everyone needs a good annoying now and again, rinse repeat.

Although yesterday did provide some amusement as we went out to Worthing to have a look at a cot and chest of drawers being sold second hand that I found on friday-ad.co.uk   They were in immaculate condition, just as the ad promised, and GORGEOUS.  See stock image below:

The cot converts, as the child grows, into a single sized bed.  The chest of drawers has a changing table top to it which I am in love with.  Both pieces are simply beautiful.  Dearest hubby will be picking them up with a friend and a van next week.  Luckily, we have been given the ability to store large items we’ve bought over at Mark’s father’s house until we move.

I cannot wait to get everything set up in our new place, I am hoping Maddie gives us enough time ^_^