Really, I don't mean to complain. . .

But things are starting to get a little uncomfortable living in my body right now.

I'm not complaining--seriously! I am enjoying being pregnant a whole lot! It's just that I am really starting to feel the, um, many extra pounds that I'm now carrying.
I swear that if my ears were not still clogged up (which makes the dogs barking vibrate my head) I would totally feel fantastic. Not "I'm going to go out and run a marathon today" fantastic, but pretty great for being 7 months preggers.

But my back is starting to hurt a bit and getting comfortable in a reclined position eludes me. Don't get me wrong--I'm still getting plenty of sleep and rest (hello, I don't work and don't do a whole lot else. . .) but it would just be nice to be able to sit on the couch and not squirm. Yeah, and the extra weight is totally aggravating all the knee issues I haven't had to deal with for a long, long time.

Again, I'm not complaining, except that I am. I'm still loving being a pregnant lady, I swear.

Today I have no real "stuff" to blog about, so I may give you some bullet points:

• Have I mentioned that my ears are still stopped up? It's sort of making me crazy.
• Today was recycling collection day, so I put out the recycling bin this morning. Yesterday I sent an e-mail to cancel our refuse collection service as of 27 April. So. . .they "stole" our recycling bin after dumping it today. That's pretty fast service if you ask me. Kind of freaked me out when I went to put the bin back in the back garden and it was gone. I thought perhaps the Bin-Stealing Faeries had joined forces with the Tree-Breaking Faeries and were now trying to further make our home the "scandal house." Bummer that I cannot recycle anything for the next week unless I want to bring it to a drop-off point (nah, too lazy). I guess they will steal our refuse bin next Thursday. We just won't be able to throw anything away for the rest of our time here. . .
• Chica #1 and I rounded out our touristy shopping (I really hadn't purchased anything "from Ireland" or representing our stay here yet) at Blarney Woolen Mills out by Blarney castle yesterday. Thank goodness DH and I are leaving before tourist season really swings into gear. Those tourists are just amazingly awful/annoying/LOUD/weird/CAN'T DRIVE or park or back out of said parking spot. The whole area is already starting to change and fill up with Americans and their sensible sneakers. You can always tell an American by the shoes.
• I need to do dishes but I just don't want to. We don't have any clean spoons. Or plates. Or anything else. And I can't buy plasticware because we can't recycle it and I have very limited trash space (just half of the one remaining bin empty). Will someone come do my dishes for me please?
• Have you read enough of my complaining?

I think I may just go take a nap. Except that I am not a napper. I feel too much guilt for not cleaning/spending time outside/organizing/etc. to nap.