It's 3am and I wanna go to bed.
(Does anyone NOT from Wittenberg know this song?)
2 days of lifting/carrying/rocking/hauling/lying down/swooping in on babies has killed my body. There's no way I could have carried on like this for 6 more months. My joints are so loose I feel like a ghost skeleton ready to collapse. Not to mention I threw up in the sink in the middle of trying to change a poop-filled diaper. Not going to work out.
No sleep last night due to more sore, achey muscles. Everything from my kneck to my knees (seriously, sore wrists?!?) hurts.
Fireworks and dogs don't mix. Which is why our 100 pound Golden Retriever ended up in bed with us just minutes after falling asleep. And I don't mean he snuggled up at the end of the bed. We shared a pillow.
It's now storming.
My stomach was growling after 30 minutes of lying in bed begging myself to fall back asleep. Mark this down as pregnant middle-of-the-night snack #2. Life cereal (out of milk) and a glass of orange strawberry pineapple juice. It's a good thing this baby's womb has no view.
I found out that on my first day as Asst. Director next week, we're letting someone go. And at the last second a few other people found out about the Asst. Director opening and wanted an interview. The job is still mine, but my Director is giving them interviews to be fair. (although I'm not sure how fair it really is to string someone along) I just wish no one else had been interested. I don't want anyone to be upset that I got the position over them, especially after taking a 3 week vacation, being pregnant, etc. Sigh. At some point I'm going to have to accept that people aren't going to like me all the time. I hate people not liking me.
Lisa threw up at work yesterday. Please, God, let her be pregnant. PLEASE.
I just remembered Matt brought me a rootbear float from Wendy's last night. It's in the freezer:) I must stay away. Life cereal is so much safer.
After 2 nice hours of sleep, I woke up at 6 with a charlie horse in my calf. I've never seen Matt jump so fast! Then again, I've never woken up from a dead sleep screaming "OH GOD, OH JESUS, OHHHHHHHH HELP ME!!" I am so proud of him! I think he might just work out.