32 Weeks and Counting....

It is amazing to watch the little body parts stick up, and roll around my stomach. In awe we think, "What are you doing in there?!" It moves a lot which is mostly a good thing, except when it insists on dancing on my bladder, or snuggling up to my ribs. That is not a good thing. We call it our little monkey.

Now, let me just say two things: Sleep is a bitch, and girls, make sure you marry a sweet husband. Poor Joel watches on as I want nothing more than to fall sound asleep and instead am incredibly antsy, and get up 5 - 8 times to go to the bathroom.....AGAIN. Of course I don't really have to go the bathroom, but I manage to consistently get something out in the hope of sweet relief. Joel wakes up in the morning and lets me sleep a little knowing that the night has been long. He finds what he calls, "mice tracks", such as tangerine peels, a banana peel and knife covered in peanut butter, a pillow on the couch, etc. So he makes me a bowl of oatmeal and tries to lure me out of bed. I eventually crawl out of bed and into clothes and makeup with just enough time to finish the oatmeal before he shuffles me out the door.

Tonight I came home and couldn't focus on much more than lying back in bed. I jokingly told him that I'm pretty worthless at night. He said, "Yeah, and in the morning, and in the afternoon." Of course I objected, knowing full well that he's right.

Luckily, we can both laugh. "hahahahahahaha. What a journey! hahahahaha. It's all so crazy and ridiculous. hahahahahahaha. JOOO-EEEL! I need a massage. Seriously, just put your thumb on the upper left side of my spine, no higher, yeah, that whole area. Just keep rubbing."

Like I said...marry a good one. The idea that this will culminate in a person that is half him is too good to be true.