THE LIFE AND TIMES OF ONE SERIOUSLY OVERLOADED PREGNANT LADY

Mood: Everything at once.
Listening to: The heartwrenching sound of the Vikings losing to the stupid Bears.

I need an assistant.

Someone to follow me around and write down every idea, thought, feeling and command that I sputter on a daily basis. Some of them are good and some of them are pretty stupid. Others are just - well - impossible. Most of the good ones are forgotten in the spaghetti noodles that make up my brain lately. I can't keep track of myself anymore. I can barely function today. Every synapse in my brain is dedicated to something. Here is just a smidgen of what is going on:

I want to clean and organize. I need to get the clutter out before we move. I need to plan how I want to pack boxes. I want to design a baby nursery and I want it to be cute, not too pink and not too uni-baby. I need vitamins, some ingredients for the cookies I want to bake eventually (next year?) and the time to fill out the Christmas cards I just bought yesterday. I need to eat every single Reese's Tree I bought yesterday, but there is only one left and I should wait at least an hour before eating that one. I want to get my Rob photos organized and into the photo album I have - but there are some really good pics still in frames that I want to include because, naturally, this album needs to be chronological for some reason. I need at least 6 newborn body suits, a booger extractor, some tiny nail clippers and every other baby accessory/necessity out there. I have to S T A R T doing something and I am confined by where I live and by what my wallet contains. We need to move before I do anything, and I need to buy Christmas gifts before the 24th. First I need to come up with the ideas for the gifts -----

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