If you don't run, you rust.

That is the greatest line in a Petty song that I have heard lately. If you don't run, you rust. It fits my life lately perfectly. Between 3 days a week of cheer practice per week, 1 day of games a week, trying to get tons of little things done before baby Chris comes, keeping up with the kids I already have, trying to get my new job started, and everything else that is going on or comes up, it seems I never really have time to sit down and enjoy everything that is going on. So, we keep running.

In the off-chance that I do just sit, I feel horrible that something is not getting done.

This week was especially bad because despite everything I did do, I was sick. I had some horrible stomach virus. From Monday night through Thursday night, I don't think I kept much food down. In fact, I think at 1 point, I was down 4 pounds, and I had only gained about 6 with my entire pregnancy. I think what I actually was able to digest included a baked potatoe, 1 bowl of chicken noodle soup, and a few tuna fish sandwiches (with miracle whip and pickle relish). There really wasn't that much that I was able to keep down. I think I am mostly better now, or at least I hope that I am better now.

This morning, I woke Martin up and told him I wanted to go to town, so strangely, he got up and off we went. We went to Kohl's which has finally opened here. I honestly was not that impressed. I am just not a department store-type woman...at least not the type where you have to spend lots of money to get something you can get cheaper somewhere else. Give me Wal-Mart any day! We did get Marty a cute new hoody, 1 pair of sweat pants, and 2 cute long-sleeved shirts. They also had stuffed Curious Georges for $5, so we got him one of those too. I still think we spent way too much on those few things. After that, I got to go to Michael's which is one of my favorite stores. I had to buy stuff to use to make the gift I am doing for my friend's wedding present. I can't mention anything else about it, of course, as she is one of my few readers!

After that, we went to Target. This was basically a wasted trip to a store I have no business going into without my own paycheck coming in. I managed to do a fairly good job not spending money, but we still managed to get stuff we didn't need. Of course, I just had to have the extended cut of the Sex and City movie. I never ever watched the series on HBO, but an ex-boyfriend bought me a random season, which I watched and managed to get hooked. So, I had to buy all the seasons. My son has managed to destroy most of those DVDs, so I am hoping that someday some kind soul in my life will love me enough to rebuy me the entire series in the big pink case that I can keep hidden from all the little demons running around my house. Martin had to have 4 bags of Halloween candy. We had gone back to the Halloween section just to see if there was any costume that we might want for Marty for this year. I am so not really into the whole dressing up thing this year. Maybe if Mara picks something interesting, I can bridge off of that for Marty. Last year, they were both pirates and I loved that. The year before, I made Mara a costume from scratch from a character in one of the books she was reading (Skye the Blue Fairy). Marty was a cow. Of course, we always called him Marty Moo.

I have had no luck finding a maternity dress in any store I have looked in. I am going to have to order the one I have found online. I love the dress, but likely, it will be worn 1 time and never again. Another friend has offered a nonmaternity dress that she doesn't want. If that works, then, I won't order the dress.

We needed to go grocery shopping today, but because we never know when my ex-husband will return Mara, Martin wanted to come on home instead of getting food. He said he didn't want to be too far from home when her dad tried to call (if we weren't home).

Saturday was a fun day. It seems that I drove most of the day. I picked up my nieces first thing in the morning at about 7:15 and then picked up the head cheer coach, who is also a dear friend. We drove all the way to Archer for a 9 a.m. football game. I had to have Mara back at the house for her dad to pick her up at noon. It was almost 12:30 before we got back and he, of course, just sat in the yard and waited instead of being friendly with Martin who was in the house. Back to Archer I had to go for a 3 p.m. game. I think I finally made it home at like 7 p.m. Somehow, after being out in the sun and heat and driving all day, when I got home, I managed to have the energy to go through all of my clothes and fix my dresser that had decided to try to fall apart. One of the tracks had come off, so I had to rescrew it in. It was actually much easier than I had feared it would be, and now my dresser is back in working order with clothes that actually fit in the dresser. I had been living with all of the clothes I actually wore on top of my dresser.

I don’t think anything else got done that needed to be done. So despite all my running, nothing got done.

Oh yeah, while we were at Target, I dragged Martin to the baby section and asked him his opinion on the carseat issue. I want to just buy a new convertible carseat. I don't want a carrier car seat with this one and I intend to never use it as a carrier, and I know that if I have the option, I will do just that. Anyway, I pointed out the options, and he said that he wanted to wait until closer to time for the baby! I couldn't believe it. I guess for him less than 2 months is a long time. For me, it does seem like a long time...but 7 weeks sure doesn't. I will be 33 weeks on tomorrow (Monday), so I have 7 weeks until my due date. That is 6 weekends to accomplish everything. In the end, we decided to TRY to wash our old one. I am hoping it still looks disgusting and/or when I pull it out of the shed that it will be nasty beyond fixing, and we can get the one I want (which he did agree he liked).

Martin did the most unexpected thing tonight...he made me cry...in a good way. I came out of the bathroom and laid down on the couch. He was wandering around the living room and then turend on his Xbox. I figured he was going to play one of his many video games he hasn't finished (there are new ones coming out that he wants, but I told him he needed to finish the ones I had already bought him before getting new ones). Then he goes and grabs this CD or DVD from in the kitchen. At this point, I had no clue what he was doing. All of a sudden, our song came on. He had downloaded and burned our song...Kenny Chesney's Me and You (or You and Me... I can never remember which order it goes in). This was the song we would have danced to at our wedding if our reception hadn't been rained out. I just started bawling crying. He made me get up and dance with him...not just once...three times through. I think I cried most of the time. MY husband does not do things like that. I have to promise sexual favors to get a salad from the Olive Garden when I am craving one. He has promised me for 3 weeks to bring me an ice cream cake (I have NEVER had ice cream cake). He doesn't bring home flowers or treats without prompting. He forgets to do things he has promised to do. However, this one day, he did something so out of character just for me, just to remind me how much he loves me. It was really perfect because I actually did need to be reminded in a nonverbal way that he loves me at all.

I KNOW he loves me, but sometimes, in the running (to keep from rusting), we get so busy that we forget to be there for each other. We tend to yell too much and get too upset about little things. There has been multiple periods of time lately in the last year or so, that I have moved to couch because I just don't feel close to him anymore. When that wasn't the problem, it was too damn hot in the bedroom. While I have been sleeping in the bedroom for a while now (since the temperature started to go back down), it was really just a place to sleep. While I am carrying proof that Martin and I are occasionally intimate, it has been few and far between. In the day-to-day, we have drifted apart because of all the running we are doing. I am so thankful that he took the time and effort tonight to help us stop for a minute and rust a little bit. There really is no one on this earth that I would rather rust with than Martin.

Now, I am on to another week of running. Three days of cheer practice, a day of games with a Cheer-A-Thon on Saturday night. If anyone wants to donate money to the Waldo Wildcat Cheerleaders to go to competition, let me know, and I can tell you how you can help these wonderful little girls who are working so very hard to raise the money to go.

I also have an appointment with my midwives tomorrow afternoon, and I am supposed to start my old job as a new job on Thursday now. It was this past Wednesday, then it was moved to Tuesday, and now it was moved to Thursday. I still don't have anyone to watch Marty while I go in for what will hopefully be one of the few days I have to go in. If I hadn't agreed, I had a feeling it would be another week before I could start.

Anyway, I am sorry for those who are reading this that I waited so long to write a new blog. I had planned to write this one with this title last weekend when our van decided to try to blow a tire...long story that I forgot to mention this time. Instead, I had to keep running all week long and never got to sit down for any long period of time and write.

I guess it is time to go to bed. There doesn't seem to be anything on television tonight and I don't want to watch my new movie yet, and I am starting to get tired. After being sick most of the week, I really need my rest anyway. Hopefully, if my weight really is down, my midwife won't be too upset with me. I will try to update soon (or at least sooner than this last time).

Night...