I made a list last night. I've spray painted some outlet covers, and a knife block. I told someone from my Community Group how crafty and pinteresty I was feeling and she said, "But you don't have that much time." And I thought, "Ah! DO NOT speak the truth to me!" I have 13 weeks until this baby is due. It's enough time to take on some minor decorating/crafting, but you will not catch me sanding or reupholstering.
I organized our kitchen cabinets so that they would actually look pretty if I took the cabinet doors off. The same person who told me I didn't have enough time told me I would have to fill the screw holes, paint over them, and sand something. My heart fell, but honestly, she saved me at least a half hour (the amount of time it would take to realize it was a terrible idea) and maybe a couple of curse words (save those for later).
My schedule is oddly full. Haven't quite hit the third trimester, but it's starting to get less fun. Just a little. I don't say this out loud to anyone, because I know I'm not huge, but I feel huge. Getting off the couch is a big show of grunts, rolling over in bed is painful sometimes. I fart all the time and Tyler is disgusted, but I don't care. Boys are way disgusting. I am allowed to be disgusting a little bit. Being pregnant is like turning into a Mama Bear. It's beautiful in a wild animal type of way, but if you're looking for prim and hot, look away.
My fear: I'll stay on this couch all day. I won't. I know I won't, but I have such a hard time leaving the house sometimes. I even have a grocery list! I loathe going to the store alone. Mostly because I am indecisive. But I'm going to start fresh and do things today.