I am feeling a little random and disjointed today, due mainly to lack of sleep. Sleep is hard to come by lately, what with the belly and all the peeing, but the last couple of nights have been worse than usual. You see, my dear, sweet, wonderful husband has been a little under the weather, poor thing, and it has led him to snore like an ever-loving freight train for the last few nights. I roll him over, he snores. I kick him, he snores. I call him names, he snores. I stuff 14 rolled up sweat socks in his gaping mouth, he snores. No fault of his own, of course, poor dear, but I still think it was rather unreasonable of him to get sick and start with the snoring thing.
Anyway, that is my excuse for this random entry.
My favorite part of today so far is that there is apparently one of those virus things going around on AIM. I've gotten two or three IMs with the virus, and at least 14 emails warning me NOT TO CLICK THE LINK. Thanks, gang, I didn't get the message the first 13 times, but that 14th email really drove it home.
I have these handy dandy maternity pants that have an internal elastic belt that has holes in it that attaches to buttons, so as you get fatter, you just let the elastic out a hole at a time and voila! Fat pants get fatter! I had to let them out four holes this morning. I last wore them a week ago. Four holes in one week cannot be a good thing.
However, it may explain why Chris had to get me off the couch last night. Now, Chris has gotten me off the couch before, but honestly just because I was being lazy. Last night, I'm not sure I would have made it on my own. Sure, I probably could have rolled over and gotten to the floor, but then I would have had to get up off the floor, which poses its own challenges.
Does anyone else get the feeling that I am obsessed with breasts lately? I'm going to a breastfeeding class tonight and am forcing my previously mentioned long-suffering and ill husband to go with me. I tried to get him excited by suggesting that maybe they will show the men pictures of breasts not currently in use by babies to keep them interested, but he thought that was pretty unlikely. I am considering taking my own pictures and when I notice him tuning out I can hand him a picture and revive his interest in the whole breast concept. Anyway, I am hoping to get a crazy breast story out of the class tonight to make up for my very boring and mainstream La Leche League experience.
Chris suggested last night that maybe it was time for me to consider cutting back on going to the gym. Why can't I get my OB to say that? Why?
Um, I think that's it. I'm all random and disjointed out. I know you are all so, so sorry.