The Itch

I've caught it. Spring Fever that is. The last few days at work have been so difficult to stay motivated. It's not easy sitting at a desk, staring at a computer screen all day when I know that I'm missing 8 hours of sunshine. Believing or knowing is not always seeing, because I can not see the sunshine from my desk.

Not that I'm particularly fond of sunshine. The last time I spent an ample amount of time in the sunshine, I grew a giant bump on my forehead. Some liked to call it my unicorn horn. Whatever. Just ask anyone in my family. Or Morgan. They all witnessed the horror that was my deformation. Sorry no pictures.

But this kind of sunshine is different. It's the Spring sunshine infused with the brisk end of a dreary Winter that I love. The kind of sunshine that makes you open your windows and drink the fresh air. The kind of sunshine that carries the aroma of charcoals on the grill. Trading in soups and stews for barbecued chicken, corn on the cob and fresh watermelon.

I've got the itch. The itch to clean out all the nooks and crannies of my house, including my closet. Heaven help my closet. To clean the dust off the blinds, windows, and ceiling fan. To clean all of the winter soot off my patio furniture. To open all (3) of the windows in my house and let the spring breeze awaken my furniture from a stale, stale winter.

I've got the itch to take my dog on nightly walks... if only he would stop chasing his tail long enough to walk to anywhere.

I also have another kind of itch. I blame this itch on the 13 million people I know that are pregnant. Seriously, almost everyone I know and (half the people I don't know) is pregnant. Everywhere I turn I see a baby bump. At church, in the grocery store, at work, on blogs. Hailey (lil' sis), Jason and I were sitting at my house one day and I said out loud, Is it just me, or is everyone and their dog pregnant? Hailey said, Is it just me, or is everyone and their dog engaged? I responded with, I guess it is just me.

Isn't it true that you always find in others what you want the most for yourself.

It probably doesn't help that I dream about being pregnant, having a baby, or anything to do with motherhood at least 3 times a week.

I need to scratch my itches. Maybe this weekend I will get to scratch some spring cleaning off the list, even a picnic, or a dog walk. Possibly even a barbecue.

There's one itch I can't scratch, and probably won't be able to for a while. But hopefully one day when I have 3 little itches driving me crazy I can look back on these posts and realize how desperately I wanted them here to drive me crazy.

So far, they are my little itches and also my muffins. I wonder how many nick names I can give them before they actually arrive. Two and counting...