And it was awesome. On Saturday Arthur implied I was being a bit lazy napping all afternoon while he built furniture (pregnant + cold =naps in my book. I think he’s definitely reconsidering now that he has my cold too…) so on Sunday I thought I would prove him wrong and clean the house. We are both a bit stubborn like that. Once the cleaning started I just couldn’t stop. Now to be fair, I actually really like cleaning, so this isn’t an entirely pregnant thing. My roommates in college used to joke that if you gave me a couple glasses of wine the apartment would be clean in no time. I love the smell of lemon floor cleaner & playing with my pretty red vacuum cleaner. And nothing gets the gunk out of little crevices like a toothbrush, especially when you have a dog that likes to get in the shower every morning and then jump out with muddy paws. It was a very satisfying day.
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