Construct this

The construction, it is killing me.

I have a hole in my roof (covered with plastic and several inches of snow), a floor-to-ceiling hole in my bedroom wall (the only previously-finished room in the ENTIRE house), half the floors missing in the downstairs, a hole in the floor between the bedroom and the living room (I am thinking it would make a lovely dumbwaiter while on bedrest) and the constant sound of drills whining and nails being pounded in.

Now I am not complaining, but goddamn is it annoying. We get up every morning at 7:30 when the workers arrive and I nod accommodatingly when they walk through the guest room to access the roof. It's so dusty I think I am blowing pure dust out of my nose and we need to run a humidifier 24-7 in the bedroom so I can breathe.

I would love to know if the dust is causing my nasal issues or the pregnancy, because my god, the nasal issues. Sinus pressure, the constant blowing of the nose, the never-feeling-like-I-have-any-moisture-in-the-nasal-cavity.

Not to mention the fact I am not all that big and I have trouble getting out of bed. Between the throwing back of the covers and the moving of the body pillow and the trying to get up to pee at 3 a.m., it's good times.

I try to sit up, but it's like the upper ab muscles have gone on vacation. It's so difficult to sit up that Josh has offered to help me -- even in the middle of the night.

I LOVE BEING PREGNANT.

No, really. Can I do this again? Soon?

So we see the doctor today. An ultrasound and a weekly. The contractions have been extremely few and far between this week and dare I say, things seem to be going well. I shall report back tomorrow.