The lack of motivation I feel lately is astounding, especially for me. I'm exhausted, and seem to be experiencing the first trimester nausea again. I'm just keeping up with basic housework, but the clutter seems to be building out of control. I've given up homemade bread - given up all baking, really. I'm even reading a run-of-the-mill fiction book; it claims to be "historical" fiction, but really is nothing more than a simply written romance at the turn of the 20th century. My "thinking books" lie untouched and slightly dusty on my night table. My journal writing here has become uninspired and only occasional recaps of daily events.
Colin begins school tomorrow, which will hopefully send me into a much more stable routine. After raving about the lazy days of summer, and enjoying the slower pace, I'm suddenly craving something, anything, that will get me up and going again.
I'm grateful for a "Christmas" due date - these last three and a half months should fly by with the amount of activities and events that build up this time of year. I've started band again, and the Christmas choir will begin in the next month or so. School starts tomorrow, and the weekly women's bible study I attend gets going in two weeks. Then there is Hallowe'en, Thanksgiving, and then straight into the Christmas season, replete with concerts and parties and dinners and celebrations. Before I know it our little baby will be here and then things will really be able to get back to normal.
In the meantime I will do my best to enjoy some outdoor time at the park, now that we finally have some decent summer weather here. With Colin at school (who is not such an outdoors kid), Caleb and I will be able to spend some quality time just the two of us in the great outdoors, which will be especially important before the baby arrives.
Well, I feel a little better now - even inspired to maybe write one more entry, about my experience in buying the van. I guess a little writer's purge is good medecine after all.