I am lazy, I have no qualms about this. I know it's true, it's why my darling and I still in live in our shoe box filled with piles of stuff from moving at the start of the month. Being pregnant has only made my laziness worse. Now, I have excuses to lie in my bed (or the living room which is the same thing) and nest. By nest I mean, quite literally, a nest. Of blankets, pillows, warm clothes, books, external hard drive, my DS, wedding pictures, Burger king wrappers, and the stupid pickled onion jar that I can't get the lid off of. My excuse is always true (I am actually not joking here) and always passes my darlings standards. I'm tired, my back is so sore (speaking of which I have physiotherapy for that tomorrow), I have cramps again, I'm nauseous, I had a fit (which by the way they have decided is psychosomatic, which is interesting and complete bull but any way) and once more my personal hell dashing from the bed through the kitchen to the loo to throw up again.
For the above stated reason sand the fact that my husband is currently off doing military stuff that may or may not involve the police, including my uncle (whose wife is due to give me another cousin in less than a month while he is uncontactable on a tiny grey boat sharing a room with my husband. If that baby comes early, there are going to be some issues and I bet my phone will be rung in an attempted to get a hold of them since I can get a hold of the ship in event of an emergency. Anyway). My house, sorry, my box masquerading as a house currently contains week old dishes, a dead goldfish (which I can't touch till I get rubber gloves, doctors/ midwives orders), a pile of washing, two bags of rubbish waiting to be taken down the hall, and piles of things needing to find somewhere to live before the husband gets home in six weeks time.
Its disgusting. I know, believe me I know, and I do intend to do something about it, tonight. Because I am out of food, money (damn doctors appointments, by the way my toe is very badly infected, this is the second course of antibiotics I am paying for to heal it), and clean underwear. Though not clothes, because the joy of my current childless state is the fact that I don't have to get dressed in the mornings. I can walk around in my underwear all day. Good thing too, cause none of my clothes fit anymore. I really, really, need to stop being cheap and buy some pregnancy clothes cause my size 12 clothes that I have been wearing since I was 10 no longer cut it.
My darling encourages me to buy new clothes, but it really goes against the grain.
Anyway, house cleaning. I swear that tonight I will take out the rubbish, do the dishes, the laundry, shower (which has been avoided for the simple fact that I can't lean down to pick up my body wash so well anymore) , put the clean sheet on the bed, and put some bread on so tomorrow I can eat something other than cheese. Good plan.
Also, at some point, I need to transfer some money so I can buy new body wash, preferably a kind that I stick to the wall so I don't have to bend over, or do the weird my belly is too pregnant  squat thing, the one that makes my darling and my mother laugh so much. I also need to buy toilet cleaner. Must not forget! Should definitely ask to make sure that it is okay for me to spend his money (I know exactly what he'll say too "For goodness  sake Holly we are married, you can use my money I don't care!" because that is what he says every single time)
Okay I am going to be non-lazy for about three hours, or until the simpsons start whichever is first. I mean, hey, I am running out of time to be lazy, sleep all I want and watch non child appropriate television. Only 106 days of this freedom to go after all.