So I have alot to tell you all, it’s been a while since I’ve written, I’ll blame this on the 4 books I’ve read this past week. I can’t get my nose out this series of books. There are only 5, so bear with me just 2 or 3 more days and I should be back to my normal writing paterns. Maybe.
I’ve been awake off and on since 3:30 this morning. The baby and I, we have this game of eluding the slumber faries. Everynight between 3:30 and 4 I wake up to take my first trip to the bathroom. I usually can fall back to sleep fairly easliy after this first trip – but this morning was an entirely different story.
You see, the baby thinks that because I’m up and moving for 2 minutes I must be awake – and if I’m awake, well then … LETS PLAY, MOM! Yes, I play with the child enutero. We have a fun game called, you kick me then I poke you, and then you kick me and I poke you … and this can go on for hours – the baby loves this game. And when I’m not playing back, with the poking and the nudging and the laughing and talking … yea then the baby kicks harder – and more vigorously. In the ribs and pubic bone … and, well … ouch.
So I’m laying in bed, it’s now almost 4 am and the kicking hasn’t slowed down. By this time Aaron has stirred enough into consciousness to ask me if I’m ok because I’m so restless and I say I can’t sleep – easy for him, he rolls over. So I roll over, I move my pillows – get situated and try to close my eyes, but then – like lightning from heaven I have to pee AGAIN.
I finally went back to sleep sometime around 5:30 or 6 only to wake up at 7 with the kind of energy to make 8 loaves of bread in an hour. I resisted the urge and laid there, trying to will myself into slumber and then the alarm went off and Aaron got up – and well, it’s a lost cause by then.
Nap time is SO my favorite time of the day.