If it is actually Saint Patrick's Day today, then I wish you a good one. But is it today? Or was it Saturday? If it was Saturday, then I wish you belated holiday well wishes. May you have a nice drink and wear something green.
For me, on my Saint Patrick's Day (or belated Saint Patrick's Day, whichever), I will try to sleep, in hopes that when I wake up, I won't feel so punished for breaking one of the cardinal rules of pregnancy, namely that enormously pregnant women should not put together Ikea furniture. Which is a very unfair rule, as I need that bookshelf/changing table ready so that I can put baby clothes and pregnancy and baby books on it. How can I really, truly start nesting without it? But I realize now that some rules exist for a reason, namely to prevent total physical exhaustion. Not to mention the depression that accompanies the realization that assembling a bookshelf is now to be considered strenuous exercise. My plan was to take a photo of it, but that may have to wait until I have the strength to pick up my camera. Or for that matter, to put in the actual shelves.