This day might not be so bad . . .

So at 3am I started a post that probably would have been titled "pity party" or "I hate being pregnant" or "the top 10 things my husband didn't do right this weekend". However, when I re-read it this morning I decided that it was probably more a post for my journal than for a blog so I'll just keep that one to myself. By10am I was doing ok again - and no one in my family had been subjected to my ranting rage. Have I mentioned that I hate nights?? I can't say it strong enough without using language that I've been teaching my children not to use.

All I can say is thanks to Kellie for an honest post yesterday. I'm so sorry your day was completely off as you tried to do what is right. And to Laurie - a new friend - who's past blogs had my mind occupied on something besides myself (not to mention the good laugh I had at the Adam Sandler Happy Hanuka song). And to Kara, who I usually don't get to talk to until later in the week because of her work schedule and yet she called this morning to let me rant a little, shared in my pregnancy pains for a moment and then had me laughing just enough to realize I was going to be ok.

Then my baby boy Nathan woke up. I think God sent him to me to make it through this insane time in my life. He is a joy! His smile and hugs calm me. As I put him in his chair to eat breakfast he insisted that he do it with his kitty. At this point that over-loved creature can't get much dirtier so I allowed it this time. Then he proceeded to feed each bite of french toast to his kitty before he ate it. Each bite was also accompanied by a 'mamma, look mamma'. Even his voice is peaceful to me. Not demanding like so many other voices around me. His 'thanks' when I give him his drink is so appreciated considering I feel like the others (mostly within the walls of this home) seem to have forgotten about 'thanks' and just inform me what they wanted different or how the don't like what I'm giving them.

So to sum up here, I'm going to make it through this day and truly sigh . . . another day done. Hopefully tonight will be better. I don't think my sinuses can handle another sobbing night and my lips and eyes seem constantly puffy from the crying. Since I am going on about the 4th night with only about 3 hours of sleep each night I am giving in and picked up Unisom. I hear rave reviews about it from other pregnant women and even though I like to try things along the more homeopathic way . . . I'm desperate. Unless I get a couple of good nights sleep here and there I may truly lose my mind in the next 9 weeks waiting for this baby.

And just to remind me of a good start to my morning . . . here are the pictures of Nathan feeding his kitty.

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