More Insomnia

Insomnia...oh, fun times in college! Sad that bar is not still there.

If I was smart, I would have gone to bed around 10 last night. Unfortunately I had to finish the wall letters I made for baby's room, and that plus my ritual computer time kept me up till midnight. I slept from 12:30 to 4:30, and here I am at 5:30 again, unable to sleep.

Not a good day for that! We're going into the hospital this evening (THIS evening - wow!) to be induced in the morning. If it goes anything like it did with Liam's induction, I will not sleep a wink tonight. Hopefully some pre-hydration will help, though; the fact that they pumped me full of several bags of IV fluid kept me unhooking from all the monitors and going to the bathroom hourly.

At any rate, a good 7-8 hours would have been awesome. I'll try for a little more when 6am rolls around.

Andy and I check in on Liam before we go to bed at night. Often one of us will find him lying in a funny position and will call the other one in there to look. He was looking funny last night, lying on his back in the muscle shirt I swore I'd never buy, so I had Andy come in and look. We were staring at him when he rolled over and in the process ripped the loudest fart I have ever heard out of him. We busted out laughing, and on our way out of his room I pointed out to Andy that this will be my memory of the last time checking in on Liam as an only child.

Late pregnancy has been doing weird things to my mind. I swear sometimes I don't know what I am thinking. The other night I was making Andy a salad. Sometimes if we have the right ingredients lying around, I try to do different toppings to liven things up. I had an extra pancake and some blueberries in the fridge and thought, hmm, maybe I could top it with a pancake and blueberries. As if this wasn't a horrible idea to start with, I realized there wasn't much I could dress it with. Then I thought "syrup!" Luckily it did NOT take me long to realize this was a horrendous idea. I seriously hope that this was a pregnancy thing and not something I would think of on a normal day....

I have a lot of people waiting by the phone for a call from me (the other day I called my mom and she goes "what's going on!? Is something happening?!?!" I said "um, no, I am returning your call from an hour ago..."). Every time my own phone rings, pregnancy brain translates this to "maybe there's news! Maybe someone's calling to tell me I'm in labor! Maybe it's my doctor's office calling me to tell me to come in right away!" Then I immediately realize, of course, no one would be calling ME to relay this information. Even so, I can't help but have that fleeting thought every single time.

Oh I am going crazy, in more ways than one. :)

Alright, I'm starting to feel tired again now, so maybe my body'll let me go back to sleep now. I'll keep everyone posted, and next time I write, I'll either be loopy on fentanyl or a mom of 2...YIKES!