Sleeping has officially become a problem. I’ve had some trouble sleeping for about a week now. Shane snores or turns or breathes and then I wake up. And when I wake up, I realize I have a few drops of pee in my bladder, which of course means I have to get up and go to the bathroom. Then it takes me a while to go back to sleep because Shane insists on breathing.
It is 12:26am right now. Shane came to bed, woke me up, I went to the bathroom and after tossing and turning for a while I finally started to fall back asleep. That’s when Shane rolled over and woke me up. And then I couldn’t stop thinking about how I had to eat a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and a nectarine (but not together).
And so I’ve had my midnight snack and I’ve decided to try and sleep on the Lazy Boy for the rest of the night. It might actually be more comfortable since I can kinda sleep on my back.
This is why I’m anxious for Eliza to be here. I will be tired, yes, but at least I will get to hold her, smell her, look at her. At the moment, I am tired and only get to feel her moving, jabbing my bladder and poking my ribs.
I’m counting down the days now. Eleven. Shane and I have made our bets on her arrival. I say August 22nd and she’ll weigh 8 lb. 2 oz. and Shane says August 18th and she’ll weigh 7 lb. 12 oz. Wanna guess? I’m pretty sure no one reads this blog anymore, but I might just send the winner a jar of Trader Joe’s Cookie Butter if you win. Here are the stats on the other kids to help:
Caleb: 3 days late, 7 lb. 11 oz.
Ana: on due date, 7 lb. 1 oz.
Charlotte: 11 days early, 7 lb. 9 oz.