busy little bee

My lazy Thursday was followed up by a rather non-lazy weekend. I've given myself an award for being a Very Productive Pregnant Woman. I think my nesting instincts are kicking in!!
Friday night we went to Mason's home football game (a rather chilly, drizzly evening it was - but we WON, which almost never happens). I don't watch much of the games when I'm there, but there are many students there who I've grown to love dearly in the past few years with YoungLife, and it's always fun to be with them.
Saturday - Mark and I went to breakfast, then he set about packing and departing for PA for the weekend. After he left, I set out for Lowe's (because where else would expect a pregnant woman to go by herself on the weekend?) Got a few funny looks while I was there, and more than one "Can I help you find something, ma'am?" But I managed, all by myself, to pick up all the supplies I needed to turn an old (free) dresser into this (please ignore the icky garage and trash bins in the background):
That's chalkboard paint on the drawers, so this little piece of furniture will be:
(a) a place to store clothes
(b) the changing table for our little one
(c) a work of art
I'm proud of myself, folks. I'll come right out and admit that.
When I wasn't painting or cleaning the paint off myself - I went grocery shopping (the shopping trip delayed by my lazy Thursday), made pumpkin bread, did 7 or 8 loads of laundry, cleaned the kitchen... and still had a bit of time to relax with a book and/or my DVDs of Friends!
Working on projects at home all weekend made me feel like I had just the teeniest bit of a glimpse of what it might be like in just over 3 months when I Stay At Home Full Time. Of course, there was no child to look after (and I'm betting that will make JUST a bit of a difference *wink*) - but I do really enjoy being at home and taking care of my home. And I find it's much easier to do (and enjoy) when I'm around more often, so that things don't pile up to intimidating levels.
Because it's hard to get excited about the pile of laundry that's as tall as you are. Or the mound of dishes waiting in the sink (because you haven't emptied the dishwasher yet). Or putting away the pile of clean, non-maternity clothes that you just don't care about because right now, that shirt would barely fit over your head, let alone the rest of your body.
Not that any of those things would ever present itself in my house.
So I raise my glass (of ice cold skim milk!) to a weekend of productivity.