4:00 p.m.

It's 4 o'clock and I'm still feeling pretty good. As much as I thought a "vacation" sitting in bed all day would be nice, I'm starting to feel a little stir-crazy and my inner control freak is starting to surface when it comes to listening to my husband play with Ethan (who had a horrible nap today as a result of falling asleep in the car on the way home from Chipotle -- this could make tonight interesting!). It's hard to believe it's already 4:00 and I've been at this since 8 this morning -- 8 hours down. It seems like a lot until I remember how much I have left and, well, then I get right back to making my list of movies for my husband to go Redbox for me.

I'm trying to make a good get psyched up playlist on iTunes, which is only filled with soothing playlists of the past (like my "bring to the hospital when I have Ethan" playlist, for example). I do this weird song association thing with music. If I hear a certain song during a certain moment or point in time, I can't stop associating that person, place or event with said song. That has "ruined" a lot of songs for me but also added special meaning to others. Example being, The Dress Looks Nice On You by Sufjan Stevens will always remind me of sitting on my hospital bed screaming at my husband to please play the damn song on my laptop for me because I am in so much pain and oh my god it is the only thing to calm me down and why did no one tell me that C-Sections hurt and oh my god I don't think I can even get on or off the bed anymore. Which is funny, because I remember so little about my c-section and recovery that I don't even remember it hurting anymore until I hear that song and remember how much it calmed me and helped me center myself.

Again, neither here nor there. I need to ditch my playlist of soothing songs for something upbeat right about now. I'm starting to get too relaxed, I can feel it!