This afternoon I set my facebook status to:

Julianna wants to run screaming like a maniac out the door... down the road... and into the night.

I'd had quite the day with Grant who, at that moment, was refusing what used to be his favorite dinner. We were rushing to get out the door to preschool orientation and he was coming to the tail end of a cooped-up-because-of-the-rain toddler day.

When I got home tonight I was calmer, and sort of embarrassed by what I'd written out of frustration... sort of expected some “oh no, what's wrong?” comments.

Instead... I had these:

Been There!

That could be fun!

Can I join you?

This feeling is going around today!

I'm thinking CPM event.

That feeling IS going around today.

The comments made me laugh right out loud... and made me glad that I have the friends I have... who totally know the feeling, have had the feeling and can commiserate.

I still laugh when I think about it!

It's hot and steamy here in North Carolina... and very very busy.

I'm on weekly OB visits and I see the endocrinologist every other week.

I feel like I've been kicked square in the crotch... how's that for an honest blog?

Grant is averaging 1 naughty chair trip per day... he's talking in full sentences and loves to play “Happy, Sad, Mad, Scared” (where we make the appropriate face for the emotion named). He's also started counting things (up to 7) and knows the difference between a dolphin and a whale – which cracks me up. Also, my current favorite Grant thing is when he wakes up from his nap... he's surprised. “Mommy! I woke up!” Pure comedy.

We have preschool orientation on Wednesday and I'm just not ready to be apart from him... though I know I need the time to myself, it will be wonderful to schedule my doctors appointments during his school time. And when little brother is here, I'll have a bit of a break from chasing 2 boys for a few hours a week.

Drew painted the barn and carport. They look fantastic.

I've shopped the consignment sales for fall/winter clothes and both boys are outfitted... thanks to shopping at Brynn-mart today. Thank goodness my friend Brynn has the same taste in clothes as I do – and a son who is a year ahead of Grant in sizes (okay, not really anymore since Grant has stalled at 24 months and her son has shot up like a weed – sooo tall). We love shopping at Brynn-mart!

Buddy had his teeth cleaned and that was a HUGE disaster. They pulled 11 teeth. ELEVEN. More than doubling the cost of the cleaning WITHOUT TELLING US until we got there. So now our dog has no front teeth and we have filed a complaint with the BBB about Animal Care Clinic on Church street in Concord. They basically told us that when you send in your dog for surgery you're sending in an animal and a blank check for the vet to do whatever they think the dog needs. Yea, those were a couple of fun days.

Tomorrow morning I hope to hit the farmer's market then clean in the afternoon... and hopefully it'll cool off enough for us to go outside and play in Grant's splash pool for a bit. The rest of the week is absolutely full.

Also, thanks to Rachel I'm obsessed with Chipotle peppers adobo sauce. Yum. Seriously. Yum.

Grant's obsession with all things “Cars” related continues... and baffles me. What is it about these cars that captured his attention and fascination? Why “Cars” not “Yo Gabba Gabba” or “Barney”? I'm not sure we'll ever really know why... but here we are. While grocery shopping today we came across some cheap-o “Cars” toys... Drew decided Grant had to have some. Of course, these cars are now an intregal part of Grant's life. (Note: The stuffed Lightning McQueen from a few weeks ago is STILL a part of Grant's soul. He carries it with him everywhere.. including to the farmer's market yesterday).

Every time Grant says “'Mater” I just about die laughing.

The pregnancy continues moving along... almost 31 weeks now! Amazing how time flies when you stop throwing up. Of course, I've had a slow return of some morning sickness this week, but nothing at all like what I dealt with the first 20 weeks or so. I have this week as an “off” week as far as OB visits – after that I'll go weekly for NSTs. So amazing that we're at this point. This kiddo isn't so much a kicker as a squirmer (probably b/c I have an anterior placenta... meaning the placenta is in the front rather than near my back so his movements are muffled by the extra stuff between us). He moves around a lot and it can be very very uncomfortable and exhausting, but I love every kick, squirm and wiggle because it just tells me he's okay in there.

I'm beyond restless.

This happens to me every 3^rd trimester (or at least in both of them so far).

When I was pregnant with Grant I was offered a full time promotions job at a TV station here in Charlotte. Why? Because I sent them a resume and got an interview. Why would I do that knowing I'm about to have a kid (in a few months)? I was restless.

Today I was just unsatisfied with everything.

Today I wanted a job... where I could work from home.

Felt like I had a toothache and needed to go to the dentist.

Felt like I needed a new hair color and cut.

Felt like I needed a manicure and pedicure.

Felt like going swimming.

Hated all of our furniture and searched desperately for a bedroom set (really just a headboard and matching nightstands) for our bedroom.

Decided we needed to get away for a long weekend... researched Myrtle Beach... called Drew's parents about their place in Desin, FL...

Went for a drive with Drew to look at furniture and realized my hips and back can barely do an hour in the car. (Drew called his parents back to let them know Destin is just not going to happen).

I also decided I was tired of being hungry and ate 2.5 pieces of pizza. My blood sugar was 165 after dinner. I decided I just don't care about that tonight.

I may still dye my hair tonight.

I'm just restless.

I'm physically limited by how uncomfortable doing almost anything is. Too hot to be outside. Too boring to be inside. Too blah to do blah.

I know, in my head, the solution to this is just do it.

Get a hair cut, color it, go to the dentist, finish touch-up painting in the house... stop whining and just get it taken care of.

So, yea, there you have it.