sleepless

it is midnight and i am wide awake. 36.5 weeks and insomnia has hit. or maybe it is just a sick joke preparing me for infant-hood. riley starts kicking at 10 and doesn't stop. for hours. quite an active little person he/she is. but, alas, i am thankful for those little kicks.

i am also thankful for tbs on nights like this. 3 episodes of sex and the city in a row make it all more manageable.

it is the off limits midnight snack, however, that make me nuts. you know, just a little pudding would be nice. but nope. no pudding. no cookie. no cake. no ice cream. no fun.

oh and on another note, if you are a mom, pregnant, sentimental, emotional, ect, ect, ect, do not read jane green's new book promises to keep. i really love her books but this one had me boo-hooing. every night. tonight i read for an hour and a half just to finish the dang thing. unless you are a glutton for punishment or just need a good cry, skip this one. it honestly might be the reason for my sleepless nights.

commercial is over. back to my guilty pleasure. nite nite.

preggers ramblings

in just a few weeks this little miss' life will change. she is really excited and will remain excited IF (and only if) riley is a girl. if not, well, she might just try to keep him from coming home and living in these four walls. she is cute. yes. but she is a little tricker, too. i'm gonna have to keep an eye on her.

this pregnancy has flown by. until now. i remember with addison, how the days just seemed to go on forever. how they creeped along. us just sitting here. waiting. anticipating. and being completely naive as to what this whole parenting thing is all about. then BAM, here we are, three years later. sitting. waiting. anticipating. and yes, still somehow remaining naive.

i am 34 weeks and measuring on time. when the dr told me this i reminded him that little miss also measured "on time" and still seemed to be a whopping 9 lbs 12 oz. his response? "yeah, i don't think we will be getting a small baby this time either." great. nice. can we induce NOW? if we do, i might get a shot at a 6 pounder. just a thought.

so, i am pretty confident induction is in our future. i was a week early to the day when addison was born and i just can't fathom the thought of watching the friday night sidelines show between pushes, wondering when terry is going to turn his phone off silent and get the heck off the field to come join us while we welcome our 16 pound baby into the world. or even better, trying to get a hold of him while he sits and watches "history in the making" as joe paterno and savior saban grace the field of the newly expanded bryant-denny stadium that holds 101, 000 completely insane, crimson wearing, bear bryant worshiping, "we got 13" yelling, good 'ole sweet alabama folks. yep, i pray for an induction. riley doesn't need to be exposed to the roll tide nation quite so early.

on another note, i didn't take many pictures my last pregnancy and i certainly haven't taken any this pregnancy. but today i actually ironed my clothes. i actually fixed my hair. i actually put makeup on. i mean, i actually looked normal. and no one was home to take my picture. so, i took matters into my own hands. for history sake, riley, here is "our" picture. i love you already!