Pregnant Morning Rambles

Still counting down my sleepless nights.

It's 5:30 a.m. I am up. Tim has his huge test today; he is not up. How is that fair? Actually, I am really glad he is sleeping because he traditionally a pretty crappy sleeper.

So, I am up. I have had a bowl of cereal. My shoulders hurt, and my right hip especially feels like it is falling off my body.

I had a weird dream last night. Lots of weird dreams. But the only thing I can remember is that in one of them, my best guy friend from high school picked me up in the old Mercedes he used to drive. I was waiting for a ride from someone else, but I was only two blocks from my house. It was starting to rain. I had a pink or purple towel with me, and I left it on the stone wall I was sitting on when I got into Mike's car. I remember worrying about the towel. Mike was mad at one of my neighbors for not picking me up.

The dreams I had when I was pregnant with Quinn were a lot more "fun" (if you get my drift.) Too bad.

So, I have to go to sleep again tonight and Sunday night, and then I am free from the sleep torture of "the last 4 weeks" for -- at the very least-- another year. Still not sure about my plans for angel number 3. The more I get to love my 2 year old, the more I want all the my kids to be at least 2 before the next one joins us. We'll see.

My heels are cracking again, so I guess I'll waste some time today by putting Lanolin on those.

I'd also like to refinish a dresser for Quinn's room. Is that a bit ambitious?

Quinn's new favorite show is called, "Super Why!" It is a reading show. She is so passionate about it that she can not watch it without peeing in her pants. I think she is going to be a better reader than I am. Hopefully, she'll grow into a stronger bladder than mine too.

Bridget and Paige are coming over today to help pass the time. Turns out Bridget will probably be in town this week after all, which makes me so happy. I didn't want her to have to wait several weeks before meeting McKenna. She said the other day that she clearly remembers coming to meet Quinn. Paige was only 2 weeks, so it was a big milestone to leave her and come to the hospital to see me.

And I specifically remember the very moment I got a text from Bridget saying that Paige had arrived. It was a sleepless morning much like this one, and I was delighted to spare my pregnant hips and get out of bed. I raced to Provo to meet her. I love that little P.

Anyone is welcome to call me with an excuse to get out of bed too early tomorrow morning ... especially a good one like that.

With any luck ... I'll be calling you.


P.S. My counsin Shannan's last name is Grumbles. It's my favorite. It makes me laugh. It makes me happy. More hugs and kisses to their newest addition.