Only 20 days until I embark on the world's quickest weight-loss plan, and will lose at least 10 pounds in under an hour!
I finished my last order before maternity leave today - which means I have twenty days to nothing but nest and drive Brian and Elizabeth utterly insane.
Roughly translated, I could go through 1 bottle a day of bleach, Pine Sol, Pledge furniture polish and Mop n Glo, hover incessantly over Brian asking him when he'll put Elizbaeth's wardrobe together, and smother childypants with more kisses and hugs than any child ever wants. By the time the big trip to Aunt Shanny's, Uncle Gary's and Grandpa's arrives, she's going to be ready to be rid of me.
In other news: We have a Real and True Official Drywall Guy coming to our house tonight to tell us how much time and how much cash it'll take to finish the upstairs. THIS makes me happier than anything, ever, ever, ever. I've issued the statement, "WE WILL PAY ANY AMOUNT OF MONEY TO MAKE THIS BE DONE." I think Brian is tired enough of doing drywall that he actually agrees with me.
The Guilt has settled in, and I'm starting to feel like I need to spend every possible moment with Elizabeth, appreciating her wonderfulness, completely uninterrupted, while I still can. In 20 days Brian and I will either completely disrupt the Elizabeth Piper homestead, or we will completely enhance it by bringing a sibling into her arena. Guilty feelings were inevitable. I feel almost like I'm somehow betraying her by adding another Piper to the mix - isn't that weird?
Today I switched the babysitting schedule from a whole day to a half day because I felt guilty for wanting to work a whole day. Elizabeth and I spent the last hour before naptime washing dishes - which is her absolute, most very favorite activity in the world. Her request was simple and to the point when I asked what she wanted to do with the last bit of time before bed:
"Wash dishes. Be naked."
Instead of letting her wash dishes naked, I added blue food color to the bubbles. It rocked her world and was an easy compromise. Apparently blue ANYTHING is just as good as being naked.
The Nesting Instinct is EXTREMELY strong right now - I'm obsessed with the smell of Ajax and I want to scour everything in our house from top to bottom. Brian laughed at me last night because I alphabetized our spice cupboard. He drew his hand across his brow and whispered a "Whew," followed with a sarcastic, "I'm not sure we could have brought the baby home until you alphabetized that spice cupboard."
I'm a little overwhelmed at how much I have to do before Adam arrives, but I think I have at least a week before I completely panic. I feel like I need to be spending all of my waking hours either cleaning, or convincing Elizabeth that even though we're going to change her life forever, we will always worship the ground she walks on, and let her wash dishes naked, if that will make her forgive us for bringing home another Piper, who will probably be getting a lot more attention than she gets, at least for a little while.
I think I need to buy a lot more blue food coloring. Blue everything.