Oh boy. I overdid it!

This morning I had my big prenatal diabetes test, so I didn't eat anything between midnight last night and my appointment today at 11:30. My midwife took a whole bunch of blood and we had a nice chat, then I stopped by the vitamin store where my friend works to get some echinacea, fish oil tablets, and vitamin C, then went over to my favorite little bakery for a snack.

I ordered a lemon cookie, a snickerdoodle, two chocolate checkerboard shortbread cookies, two regular shortbread cookies, a cardamom twist, two strawberry danish, and an apple danish. Oh, and a double short americano that I had with one of the strawberry danish.

On my way home I figured I would take my cute vintage toaster to the repairman, but I got distracted by Lucca Statuary on the way. See, I've been obsessed with these planters that I saw all over the place when we were in Italy a couple weeks ago and since the local garden store didn't have them I figured the "European Garden Ornament" store would certainly have them! Not only did they have them, but they were 40% off, so I got a pair that I plan on filling with cute little succulents. Now I just have to tear out our railing so there's room for them.

Sigh...

Of course after that I had to stop by the local garden center and get dirt so I could finish my project, and I ended up with a huge bag of compost and two small bags of rocks...and I couldn't get the compost in the trunk without emptying it of the cement urns and pedestals I just bought...

So I had to go home and empty the trunk, meaning I had to lug 100 pounds of cement up the stairs (in six trips!) which took a long time with lots of breaks, then after that it was nice and sunny and I got distracted weeding the rock garden for an hour. That would translate to one hour of climbing around a rock strewn slope scraping my knuckles on rocks...then I went back to the garden center to pick up my compost and realized that all I had eaten so far today was a danish and a cuppa coffee.

Upon arriving at home I let the dog out and got distracted again on my way to the car to get the sand and gravel for the urns, and instead spent two hours pulling more weeds on the side of the house by the rose bushes. Fortunately it seems right now is a good time to pull Jupiter's Beard, one of five enemies in my garden, the others being buttercups, horsetails, dandelions, and morning glory. Jupiter's Beard has big bulbous roots that cling tenaciously to the dirt and break off instead of relinquishing their ungodly grip on the earth, but it seems that right now the dirt is soft enough and the roots firm enough that it's possible to get a good portion of the damned roots out!

I've spent a lot of time in the garden since we got home from Europe, but unfortunately it's all been spent cutting stuff back and weeding, instead of planting the new arrivals that I can't seem to keep myself from buying. However, with each new purchase I'm finding I need to do some major piece of landscaping to make the garden make sense! Now I need to find someone to rearrange part of our rockery, and then we need to reconfigure the sprinkler system, adding a mechanism that can tell when it's rained recently so we don't water the yard in the rain.

Each new project is a whole new can of worms.

But I got away from myself. I spent three hours at war with nature, took six trips up our stairs with heavy concrete, and climbed all over a rock wall in the sunshine, all on an empty stomach and officially 29 weeks pregnant today. Much of this was done with the trunk of the car wide open for all the passers-by to admire, with my purse in plain view on the passenger seat. This is HIGHLY unlike me. I am super paranoid about my purse and hyper aware of its location at all times!

When I finally decided to call it quits today, I came inside and ate ALL the pastries I bought today, save one strawberry danish and one apple danish.

I really should finish the nursery before I go relandscaping the yard, for crying out loud. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, I'm sure I'm quite a sight to all the neighbors, the pregnant lady climbing her rock wall tearing out weeds and throwing them all over the sidewalk!

To top it all off, tonight at 8 we're meeting some of Mr. Spouse's friends for dinner. My bedtime is 9:30 on days when I've eaten and rested properly, so I have no idea what kind of company I'll be tonight. At this stage of my pregnancy I am no longer sleeping through the night, and last night was certainly no exception.