Thursday: Great Run!!

This morning, I did not make it out of bed to run as I was in the grips of a lovely sleep.  I feel like I may be over the hump of my pregnancy insomnia, BUT my bladder is ruining my life.  I have been trying to pretend that I do not have to go to the bathroom ALL THE TIME, but I can not deny it any more.  I am going to have to develop some sort of liquid intake strategy, as I cannot spend valuable sleep time walking back and forth to the bathroom 15 times before finally falling asleep only to awaken earlier than I would like to begin walking back and forth to the bathroom again.  When I finally got to sleep again after my multiple bathroom pilgrimages this morning, I slept until 7:00 and did not get to run.

Tonight, I am going to cut off my liquid intake at 8:00 PM, which is a piece of advice that I received from a woman in my sewing class when I was pregnant with Ivan.  It allowed me to get good rest with Ivan, but I have to pound water like a camel before a trek across the Sahara until 8:00 and then spend my 30 Rock time, hiking back and forth to the loo.  Thank goodness for the DVR.  The only other solution to the problem that I can fathom is to wear a Depends to bed, and I will be honest, I am just too vain.  I cannot think of myself as that person who wears Depends to bed, because I kind of want to think of myself as a glamorous pregnant person.  Glamorous and Depends just do not fit in the same sentence, and I cannot go there.  Would wearing a depends to bed even work??

Anyway, all that to say that I did not run in the morning.  I had some green tea, some coffee and watched a bit of the Today show, until their fear mongering wore me out.  At which point I read an article in The New Yorker about Sarah Palin's reality show which confirmed my misgivings.  I also feel that when Karl Rove and Newt Gingrich are telling you to back down, maybe your should listen.

After dropping Ivan at preschool, I loaded up the second terrible throne chair and toted it off to the upholsterer's shop.   I have to say, I am wildly impressed with our upholsterers.  They have recovered all of my furniture and most of my parents' furniture for years and years, and they are unexpectedly ingenious.  The shop is a hole of a place, it doesn't really smell great and the inside of it is just stacks of sad naked furniture and a plywood desk set up on saw horses,  where the upholsterers' mom writes out instructions and billing.  The floors is concrete and coated in scraps of fabric and stuffing.

BUT, there is no one else who can so perfectly match up a fabric repeat or come up with an ingenious way in which they can reform a piece of furniture.  For instance, for the love seat that is in Ivan's room, the upholsterers had the idea that they would round the edges of the frame and pleat the skirt to make it more like a french country shape.  It looks amazing, by the way.

Anyway, once I arrived back home from the trek across town to visit my upholsterers (whom I will heretofore refer to as the wizards of furniture fabric), my day was pretty much gone and there was only time for a five mile run before I picked Ivan up from school.  It was a nice run and the weather is pretty amazing right now.  Swim tomorrow!!