March Madness

So there was some basketball game that was played last night, right? Clearly keeping up with that nonsense is not on my list of priorities.

March madness? Has nothing to do with basketball for me.

In the past two weeks I have:

Written sub plans for the remainder of the school year for two grade levels, including all tests, quizzes, handouts, and calendars.

Had Joshua’s swingset installed. Now we have near nightly outings to the back yard to blow bubbles and send cars zooming down the slide.

Celebrated Joshua’s birthday with family.

Celebrated Dan’s birthday. Sort of. A week after the fact. But we went to see The Hunger Games which means we have 1) conquered the babysitter fears (HOORAY!) and 2) can go on more dates in the future (Double HOORAY!).

Celebrated Joshua’s birthday again with our friends on a gorgeous day where the weather was perfect and smiled upon us after threats of rain had me fretting all week long.

Had two surprise baby showers thrown for me by students, first my yearbookers and then my American lit. class. Gah. I love those kids.

Been to the doctor (45 minutes away from my house) for my now-weekly appointments twice. Between those appointments I managed to gain 3.25 pounds. IN A WEEK, PEOPLE.

Googled “what do contractions feel like” and sent my BlogHer roomies into panic mode thinking I’d gone into labor without letting them know. (Don’t worry ladies, I’ll let you know!)

Gotten some much-needed pampering done in the way of an eyebrow wax and a pedicure. My eyebrows hadn’t been waxed since November and my toes? Well, I mean, I can’t really reach them, so they were in quite sad shape. The pedicure lady didn’t give me a foot massage, though, I think because she was scared of sending me into labor.

Watched a lot of American Idol and written about it all. So far, Georgia boy Phillip Phillips is in it to win it, in case you didn’t know.

Suffered from the pregnancy-induced psychosis known as “nesting” which has caused me to wash tiny, pink, ruffly baby things, create wishlists of organizational things I need to acquire, do a pantry purge (not to be confused with a panty purge, which, come to think of it, probably needs to be done, too), and assign Dan the task of cleaning out the condiments from the refrigerator door. Why will my new baby care if the condiments in there are two years old? I have no idea. But she will. I can’t have a newborn judging me for my old condiments.

Played Easter Bunny just in case New Girl should make her appearance before this weekend.

Tried to get as much rest as possible since I know that rest and sleep will be harder to come by in my very near future.

And I’ve eaten meals and done a zillion loads of laundry and made approximately 23948 trips to Target and refrained from purchasing every single tiny little baby girl romper I’ve laid my eyes on.

And somehow, I’ve still got about 29902 things left to do before I can bring this baby home.

::sigh::

Guess I better get cracking.