Shopping, Snacking & Snowing

Hello, ladies! I hope that you all had a fabulous weekend and that this Monday finds you doing well. I did have plans today of lunching and visiting with my Mamaw and Aunt Margie, doing some errands and picking up some odds and ends at the store but the weather in my neck of the woods has decided not to cooperate once again, so I'm stuck at home instead. More on that later.

So, I decided to hop on the computer and bore you with the details of my weekend instead! :)

It really was a pretty good weekend, all in all. I spend Saturday with my cousin (and BFF), Kim and our cousin, M. M is getting married in a couple of weeks and we spent all day Saturday shopping for the final touches for the ceremony and the reception. And boy did we shop! ;) Although it will be a small affair, I think it will be lovely and it was a lot of fun to spend the day with just the girls.

Wherein enters the snacking portion of this post. I think we ate every time we stopped! :) Not copious amounts of food, mind you, but more than I usually have on a normal given day. And not bland food either. Even though heartburn has been kicking my butt, all I really wanted to eat was spicy stuff. We had burgers at a local bar and grill type place that are served with a jalapeno-ranch style dipping sauce. I promise...that stuff was so good to me that I could have drank it. Of course, there were leftovers to take back home, so I got to enjoy that yummy sauce again! And later in the day, while we were combing through our shopping finds, we had chips and salsa...some sweet and spicy salsa that I normally wouldn't have tried but once that I did, I couldn't get enough. WHAT? I don't care for spicy foods AT ALL. This is definitely Mike B.'s kid as he puts hot sauce on anything that doesn't move. :) Anyway, I payed for all my spicy snacking with crazy, killer heartburn on Saturday night...not a huge surprise...and got even less sleep than normal that night. Ugh.

Which called for a nice, long nap Sunday afternoon (after only consuming Tums, milk and bland foods all day!). Then, of course, we took in the spectacle that was the S.uper B.owl...and I did NOT partake of any of the yummy foods that I had fixed for everyone else. Although I was feeling better, I thought that I shouldn't tempt fate and I had a bowl of my favorite cereal instead. We were pretty disappointed around these parts with the outcome of the game, however, because we are Pe.yton Man.ning fans (he's a Uof TN alum). Better luck next time, I guess!

Thankfully, I slept the sleep of the dead last night (other than my requisite trip to the loo at 3am) and awoke to quite a surprise this morning. SNOW!! Not ice, not sleet, not freezing rain but fluffy, beautiful white snow...like 6 inches of it! We never, ever get just snow (and it won't last...the rain/sleet mix should start in this afternoon and make things nasty) and it even caught the meteorologists off guard. They were calling for a few flurries...that's all! HA! So, as I sit here writing today, it is a bit of a winter wonderland outside my window. The snow is still slowly drifting down, the neighborhood kids are building snowmen and having snowball fights and Cowboy (the dog) is running and romping his heart out in the backyard. He LOVES the snow! I'm still in my robe and slippers, having hot chocolate and taking it easy. It is a pretty perfect way to start the day, even if it did change my plans.

Maybe it's not so boring after all. :)

This Week in Pregnancy: 21+ Weeks

So here we are again. I know I already did a preggo post on Monday but it's officially a new 'week' so...now I won't be behind for next week. :)


Things are actually pretty tame in the womb right now as far as I can tell (of course, I really know nothing and have nothing to compare myself to, so who knows??). After my wild ride, I decided to take it a bit easier for the rest of the week and lay off the roller coasters. :) Newly, what's happening is:


* Much more heartburn/indigestion. I probably jinxed myself with this one. Ever hear of the old wives tale about heartburn and hair? Here in the South, it's pretty common...it goes something like the more heartburn you have (and the worse that it is) while pregnant, the more hair your baby will have when it's born. Now, I know that it's not really gonna happen like that...it's totally a myth...but it still gets brought up, especially by the older crowd, when we're talking about the baby. Well, last week I made the mistake of saying that I hadn't had much heartburn since 8-9 weeks and that Little Miss P would likely be born a baldie. It was said jokingly...Ha! Ha! Funny! Funny! Not so much anymore. Apparently, if the wives tale is true, I'll be birthing another Rapunzel in about 18 weeks or so. The heartburn has definitely caught up with me. Jinx!


* Sleeping much less than I'd like. Regardless of the time that I go to sleep, I can only sleep about 4 hours...max. Then I have to get up and pee. That's nothing new, of course...the new part is that I can't go to sleep again after I wake up. Ugh. And no matter what time I get up to hit the loo, I have to get back up around 3 am...and then I can't go back to sleep til around 5:30 am. Every. Single. Night. I've tried napping and not napping...napping for 15 minutes and napping for 2 hours...going to bed earlier and going to bed later. It always happens the same way...3 am rolls around and I roll out of bed. Of course, once I'm awake, I can feel Preslie moving around like crazy. While that's an altogether lovely feeling, I'd rather have it at 3 pm as opposed to 3 am. :) Most folks say that it's just my body preparing for being up with the baby...and many have told me that their kiddos did the same thing and that once they were born, those same hours were the ones that their little one was most alert and active. Lucky me...it seems we could have a night owl on our hands. :)


* That said, I do really enjoy feeling here move around. And I can now feel her moving much more and not just at night. It is still mostly while I'm not moving around much (eating, driving, watching TV, etc.) but it much more frequent that it was even last week. Very cool.


* My hormones are about to get the best of me. EVERYTHING drives me nuts and I can't seem to help it. I'm considering becoming a hermit for the rest of this ride just so that I don't injure anyone. ;p


* Absolutely no nausea at all for the past week or so (of course I'll probably be sick again now...stupid jinx! ;p). I can honestly say that I am super glad of this. It was a comfort in the early weeks when I used it as a sign to gauge how things were going. Now that her movement is much more consistent, I'm more than happy to have the queasies leave the building.


Otherwise, things are pretty much the same. A few random things still pop up each day (headaches, leg cramps, nosebleeds, etc.) but rarely all at the same time or even on the same day. Of course, the acne and dry skin still abound but I'm learning to live with it. I'm sure as soon as I fully make peace with it, the skin symptoms will go away and something equally weird and annoying will take their place. :) But I really can't complain, can I? Look what I'm getting in return!


Thanks to those of you who responded to the baby registry question last week. I also asked some other people and queried it to my mom friends on FB and got lots of responses. After weeding through it all, I've made a tentative list (I say tentative because who knows what we'll find when we actually get into the stores and start really looking at stuff!) to take with us when we register. I think we're going to do that after our appointment next week. I'll keep you posted.


Speaking of...I can hardly wait til our next doctor's visit! I'm really looking forward to seeing our baby girl again (and finding out if we can see her face). I hope that the week flies by and that our u/s day gets here before I know it! :)

This is Entertainment??

I will start off saying that I probably shouldn't even write this post. I'm running on too little sleep and too many hormones. Not exactly a good combination. :) But, it's what's on my mind today, so here it is.

I'll tell you that we surely watch too much TV. Because of Mike working at night, our weekday evenings are usually ensconced with preparing dinner, cleaning up from dinner, catching him up on my day and settling down in front of the boob tube together. Interesting, we are not. :) But, it works for us...relaxing for me, easy for him, especially since he's getting ready to head off to a full night of work.

Anyway, my tastes in TV programs usually run towards crime or medical dramas, HGTV type stuff, some Food Network and the occasional Lifetime movie. SciFi, sitcoms and reality TV aren't really my cup of tea (unless the reality TV involves the delivery of babies. Lately, I'm drawn to those like lookie-loos to a train wreck)...but to each his own, right?

Well, Mike is a horse of a different color in that respect. While he also likes the crime and medical dramas, he's much more into SciFi stuff, reality TV and most recently, paranormal/ghostly type stuff. He won't watch the baby delivery stuff for love or money. :P No biggie, though...we have a DVR and record the things that the other doesn't like to watch at other times. Then we'll either find something we both like or we'll spend the time talking or reading or whatever.

So, here's the thing. I'll preface this by saying that it's probably stupid but it is driving me a little nuts, so I have to get it out. I cannot stand those paranormal investigation and ghost hunting type of shows. I mean, I've watched them with him and more than anything, I think they're a load of bunk. You really don't know what's going on behind the scenes, what's been edited or enhanced or deleted to make it seem 'real', you know? They are meant as entertainment, not as fact or gospel...and I'm afraid that my husband has been sucked in by the dark side. :) That is all that he wants to watch. My DVR is FULL of 'Paranormal' this and 'Ghostly' that and 'Psychic' this and 'Supernatural' that. And the kicker...he really believes in all of this stuff. Really. He's always had an active imagination where this kind of stuff is concerned but now he won't concede that it could be made up or debunked or whatever. To him, it is REAL. To me, it is funny...watching a bunch of grown-ups run around in the dark afraid of something that they can't see and probably isn't even there. But Mike will spend hours each week (on his nights off or in the early morning when he's up and I'm not) watching this stuff. And if he's not watching it on TV, he's looking up things about it all on the Internet and is compiling 'research', as he calls it.

Now, I will say this...I mean no disrespect if you are in love with these shows and never miss an episode. I fully believe that there are things out there that aren't easily explained but hold that these shows are for entertainment, not as an accounting of the unbiased truth. Again I say, to each his own. But here in Brazierville, it's a new and annoying thing, so that's why it's showing up here.

So, would you like to hear the kicker in all of this? Not only has my sweet, usually level-headed husband jumped full-force on to the 'things-that-go-bump-in-the-night' bandwagon, he's sought out a local amateur ghost hunting type group and wants to do investigations with them. WHAT? Has he lost his ever-loving mind? Or would he just like me to remove it for him forcefully? ;) I know that we'll always have different interests and likes and dislikes...and I'm totally okay with that. And do we have to do everything together? Of course not. And I guess when it comes right down to it, we don't have to give each other 'permission' to do anything but come on! Me taking a cooking class or going to a book signing isn't quite on par with him investigating paranormal things with a bunch of yahoos who don't know what they're messing with, is it?

Maybe it is. I don't know...but I do know that it unnerves me a little. I mean, I believe in God...and since I can't physically see Him, I guess that is supernatural to a point. And if I believe in God and in what the Bible says, I have to believe that there is a devil but I don't seek him or the actions that might be attributed to him out. I leave the things that I don't know alone and place my faith in God. So, if Mike wants to believe that there are ghosts and other supernatural things out there, I'm okay with that, I guess. But I don't think I'm okay with him going out and stirring up things that he doesn't know about as 'entertainment' or a fun thing to do.

Am I crazy? Does it sound like I'm jumping off the deep end with this? Tell me what you really think because this is starting to cause a bit of a rift between us.

And back to the beginning of this post...I really think that his interest and belief stems from what he has seen on TV. I don't want to make him seem gullible or stupid...that is never my point...but this is so strange to me. And maybe I'm just more cynical in this area but I don't see that as a bad thing. I think you have to take most things that you see like that with a grain of salt and draw your own conclusions. Whatever, right? I guess the thing that gets me most of all is that he seems much more interested in his paranormal stuff than he does anything else. ANYTHING. I wish he'd exert as much effort and attention to anything else (me, Preslie, his work, his friends, his family, our home...again, ANYTHING) as he does to something he saw on TV.

Good gracious...I might be jealous of a stupid TV show. I thought it was all just supposed to be entertainment. And here's where I get off saying that I probably shouldn't have even written this post...is it all just the hormones? Would this even phase me if we didn't have a baby on the way? Or is it as potentially serious (?) as I feel it is? I don't know. I can't seem to separate it all in my head. What do you think? Will you come visit me in the mental facility if my husband's love of ghosts pushes me over the edge? :)

From Heart Attack to Hilarity

Oh.My.Goodness.

I had the scare of my life yesterday afternoon. Thank goodness that it was just a scare and nothing serious! It even turned out to be pretty funny AFTER my blood pressure came back from the stratosphere. I must tell you about it...

Since our brush with the Ice Princess (Mother Nature's red-headed stepchild ;p), our power, internet and such has been iffy. I thought it was all fixed yesterday. That's what I get for thinking, of course! As soon as I finished posting yesterday, my internet connection went down and nothing that I did (with the help of the troubleshooting program) helped. So, I call our ISP to report it and to see if it was a local issue due to the weather damage or if it was our problem specifically.

Well, you know it had to be OUR problem. No easy, mass fix for us.

So, the very nice tech and I went through several, several things trying to get our connection up and running to no avail. As a last resort before scheduling a service call, she asked me to unplug the modem from the back of the computer and from the electrical outlet and then plug them back in...easy, right?

Not so much when you're a fatter-than-you'd-like-to-be pregnant gal who's just discovering the joys of dizzy spells and who is quickly losing her center of gravity.

I had to move a few small things (read: nothing heavy) to get to the back of the computer (I mean, who keeps the back of their desktop computer easily accessible? Not me, obviously.) Anyway, I got behind the computer, moved what had to be moved, did what had to be done and...voila! Internet service restored! Then I scootched back and tried to stand up.

Somewhere in my mind, I'm sure that I remembered the things that I moved were right behind me but there was no connection in my brain at that moment...and you guessed it. I fell. Well, I really didn't fall, per se. It was more like a crossed-leg, loss of balance trip and squat that had me on the way down before I really had gotten up. Fortunately, I landed on my generously endowed hind parts (plenty of padding there), so no harm, no foul. Until I realized that I hadn't landed on the ground, but on top of the cat's covered litter pan...and that my momentum had it (and ME!) sliding across the floor to the kitchen where me and my litter box taxi ran right into the dog's water bowl. BAM! SPLASH! KABOOM! Water went everywhere...wouldn't you just know it?

All while I was still on top of the litter box lid and on the phone with the tech support gal.

Sheesh, I can get myself into some messes! So, since my need for the tech specialist was over (and I wasn't about to explain to her what had just happened!), I ended my call and caught my breath and, I'm pretty sure, had a mild coronary. It scared the life out of me. In reality, I didn't really fall and the distance in which I dropped was minuscule but it was scary nonetheless. And I didn't hurt anything (except possibly my pride) but I called the doctor's office anyway before I even got up from my taxi cab/bobsled/throne. When I explained the incident to them (loosely...without the water slide ending), they had me lay down, drink some water and keep up with the baby's movement for a while...pretty routine stuff. If I had any cramping or pain or bleeding, or if I didn't feel her moving around, they wanted me to come in to the ER.

Yippee. More people to explain my clumsiness to!

Thankfully, that wasn't necessary. When I stood up after my roller coaster ride, the first thing that little Miss Preslie did was jab me HARD in the stomach. She then proceeded to roll around and squirm and poke me like, "Yo! Mom! You think you could learn how to drive this bus a little better!?" It was pretty funny...after the fact. I did all that the doctor said and took it easy for the evening with no problems at all. But she was super active all night, 'voicing' her displeasure to my rough riding, I'm sure, but also letting me know that she was A.O.K. What a relief!

This morning, there's a little lingering tenderness in my back and hip where I tensed up for my wild ride and subsequent landing...just some sore muscles, thankfully...nothing more. And when I think about it now, I sure am glad that no one could see me riding my kitty-litter filled bobsled through the kitchen. What a hot mess! It is hilarious to think of now, after my life flashed before my eyes and I thought the worst might happen...I'm sure I was quite the sight to see (and hear...poor tech support girl!). Man, I am going to have some stories to tell this little girl when she gets here! I'm just glad that there are no accompanying pictures or videos to showcase my "fall" from grace. :)

What a way to end a day! I think I'll stay away from anything that could potentially be hazardous today. Surely the couch won't take off across the room if I sit on it...

This Week in Pregnancy: 20+ Weeks & A Lot of Catching Up

Sorry to have deserted you, my bloggy buddies. Here in the South, we've been beleaguered by an winter storm for the past several days...not snow, mind you...but lots of freezing rain, sleet and ice. Oh, and just a sprinkling of snow...just enough to tick you off. While the 'storm' it self didn't last long, the effects are still lingering. Ice laden tree limbs gave into Mother Nature all weekend, breaking off and snapping power lines, blocking streets and just generally making a mess. Fortunately, we had no major damage (some of our neighbors did) but our power has been off and on since Thursday, thus my ice-enforced blogging break. It's now back and as the temps should reach the high 40's today, we're on the way back to normal and I'm busy catching up on all things electricity related: e-mail, blogging, vacuuming and the ever present laundry.

I must say, it was beautiful to see...like an ice-enchanted wonderland...but I'm happy to see it go, too. The dog, however, is not. He loves the snow and ice...he doesn't so much like clumps of ice melting off the trees and bonking him in the head whilst trying to do his business outside. I find it pretty funny. Comic relief for those dealing with the cabin fever that the ice brought along. :)

Anyway, that's where I've been. Here's what's been happening in Baby B's world:

*First, Baby B officially has a name! She is Preslie...with the middle name to come as we can't seem to agree on anything. Suggestions??

*We're officially HALF WAY through this pregnancy. What? It's hard to believe that we've made it this far. Even though I know we have a long way to go, this is pretty huge to me! It still doesn't seem real sometimes.

*I actually felt her turn completely around this morning. Strange-o-bizarre-o! It took me by surprise, for sure, but it was an awesome feeling. Very cool.

*My hormones are still totally out of whack. I know that this is nothing new but being cooped up inside for several days didn't help the psycho-chick who lives inside me at all. :) My husband was very, very ready to go back to work last night, bless his heart. I was ready for him to go, too. Yikes!

*I'm slowly getting over my meltdown about Grayson. All of your sweet comments helped me so much. I know in my head that it's normal and something that I'll never really forget but my heart doesn't always connect with my head, you know?

*Everything else still comes and goes...all the regular stuff. My acne is what's bothering me the most currently. I look like a teenager but it's everywhere...my chest, my neck, my back. Nasty, nasty, nasty. And I also don't love the dizzy spells...not fun.

*I feel like a whale. I didn't think that I would mind gaining weight for Preslie...really, I didn't. I mean...hello?...I've been praying and hoping and waiting and preparing for this for years. However, I didn't realize how easy (physically) it would be to pack on the pounds...I can walk by the Little Deb.bie display at the grocery store and gain 5 lbs. Or how hard (psychologically/emotionally) it would be to gain weight when I've spent the past year struggling to lose it...and how to balance it all out. As a former very fat girl, I've always had body image issues of some sort but pregnancy body issues are definitely taking the cake for me. I don't like the weight gain but I can't seem to stop it (and I know that I should be gaining weight) but there has got to be a happy medium, right?? I mean, I don't want to regain all that I lost just because I can...but I have got to get a better handle on my eating and exercise or I'm going to do just that. Ugh...it is quite the conundrum, at least for me.

*Preslie got her first gift (from someone outside of the family) on Thursday. One of my mother's friends gave us her first piggy bank, complete with money inside. It is super cute, something that I would have never thought of or asked for, and it meant a lot to me for someone else to buy her something. I know that she's real to us but now I guess she's real to others, too.

*Speaking of gifts, we are getting close to the registry portion of this pregnancy...we'll probably do that after our next OB visit (@22 weeks). I don't even know where to start. Our space is limited so we're going to have to be choosy about what we "need" and don't "need". We just don't have room for unnecessary things and I'm not a big believer in 'fad' items. To those of you who have done this sort of thing before (for yourself or someone else): What did you really NEED? What did you get that you thought was unnecessary but turned out to be a lifesaver? What did you think was pertinent that turned out to be seldom used? What will I overlook? While I appreciate the baby shower idea (and as our budget is not unlimited, will need the things that our friends and family get us), I don't want people spending their hard earned moola on something that we really don't need or won't use, you know? Any and all ideas are welcome! :)

And I guess that's it (and it should be as this post is getting TOOOO long). Half-way...who would have ever, ever believed it? Yet here we are. Just another example that miracles really do happen, even for folks like me.

Memories and Emotions

It's the last day of ICLW this month and I am a bit embarrassed to say that I have been a terrible participant this month. I'm going to do my best to catch up today and to reply to all who've commented here but I'm making no promises. It might be best for me to take a break from it for a while...


Anyway, if you're stopping by from ICLW...Welcome! Kick up your feet and make yourself at home. Many of my most recent postings have to do with our pregnancy and the miracle of the little girl we're expecting in June. Other than that, there's no telling what you'll find...it's a bit of a hodge-podge. :) Thanks for stopping by and enjoy your visit.

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I'm still finding myself pretty emotional this week, despite getting a couple of nights of great sleep. It's got to be pregnancy related on some level but the thing that is really, really getting me right now is all the mailers that we've been getting. Let me explain:


You know all the "freebies" and magazines and offers and coupons you get info about when you're pregnant? Most of the time it's great...I've already gotten some good diaper coupons (and samples) that I've taken advantage of to stockpile for the future, I've been able to pass formula coupons on to friends who can use them...you get the drift. But when you lose a pregnancy, it's difficult to get those little trinkets to stop coming in the mail. Now...everything is fine with our baby girl! Don't fret...I'm not referring to her. I'm talking about the things we were getting in the mail for Grayson, our most recent angel baby.


For a long time, I wouldn't even go to the mailbox for fear of what would be there. I'd make someone else go and ask them to discard anything of the baby-nature before it even came into our house. It just hurt too badly...it was a post-marked reminder of all that we had lost. And things kept coming for months...new sizes of diapers, formula for more mature babies, coupons and offers for parenting mags...you name it, we got it. When we moved to a new house this past spring, some of the things stopped coming (as they weren't considered first class mail and thus weren't open to forwarding) and over time, things came less and less. Thank goodness. The healing process was hard enough without all of the little reminders that happened to show up just when I was having a good day. It's been a long time since we received any baby related mail (other than what's geared to expectant mothers and newborns).


Until yesterday.


We got a magazine in the mail that was all about celebrating your baby's first birthday...lots of themed items and party favors and such. And I pretty much lost my mind. Getting that magazine hit me straight in the gut...it totally took my breath away and shook me to my soul. Not so much the physicality of the publication, mind you, but what it represented. And what I hadn't really thought about in months. Grayson.


I am a terrible, terrible person.


With all of our talk and preparations and joy about this new baby, I had let him slip to the back of my mind. Even though miscarriage is an ever present thought when you're expecting, I hadn't specifically thought about him at all, at least not recently. It never dawned on me that if I had remained pregnant, that he would be nearing his first birthday and we might actually need that party planner that we got in the mail. It is a heartbreaking thought.


I know that I don't love this baby girl any more than I loved him but already, my connection to her is different...more solid. I don't want to 'replace' him with her in my mind but I find that he's there less and less and she's there more and more. I'm sure on some level that this is natural...that it's part of the healing process. And I am glad that we've gone through the healing that we have but I never thought that I'd feel the way I do right now. Sad...but happy...but guilty that I'm happy...so I'm sad...or something like that. I never thought that I'd go a day with thinking of him or our other angels but I have and to acknowledge that fact really, really hurts. It's like I don't really know what to feel right now.


I am more grateful than ever that we're being blessed with a child...and more upset than ever that I seem to have moved on from our others without a conscious thought. I hate that part of me. How could I have forgotten? How do I move on from here? How do I enjoy this pregnancy and this baby without forgetting the ones who paved our road to get here?


I wish there were an easy answer.

All You Need Is Love...er...Sleep

Thanks for taking the time to listen to me whine my way through my last post. It seems that my mild mental breakdown over the weekend was remedied with something as simple as SLEEP.

Yup. Sleep. Zzzzzzzzzz.

Apparently, the fact that I have been getting up numerous times per night for the loo (then not being able to go back to sleep immediately, if at all) coupled with the super busy days I've been having lately (read: no time for naps) was just a bit too much for this body to handle. After my venting session on Saturday, I went in and took a nice, warm bath and climbed into some clean PJ's, pulled the drapes and went back to bed. I had to stretch the truth just a bit by claiming to have a headache so that everyone would leave me to my own devices for a bit. While I did have one to start with, my time in the bath did relax it away but I didn't let on that it was gone...I just climbed in the bed and snuggled down and slept. Hard. For hours...nearly 4.

Of course when I awoke, my first thought after realizing that I had slept the day away was something akin to horror. I just knew that my super nap would decimate any chance I had of a good night's sleep that night. Oh, well...what else is new? I also realized that I no longer wanted to throttle my family just because they were breathing the same air as me. And that was a good thing! :) I even got some housework done after I woke up and I cooked dinner. I felt like a different person. And to top it off, I went to bed and slept like a rock, even after my huge nap. I even napped some yesterday and slept all night last night (minus the requisite bathroom trips, of course).

Guess I needed more sleep, huh?

Now that I'm a bit more level-headed (or as much so as I can be ;P), the whole thing worries me somewhat. I'd have to live with my head in a hole not to realize that new moms are completely sleep deprived for the first few months, regardless of the love that they feel for their new little wonders. Waking every couple of hours for feedings, otherwise spotty sleep, wacky hormones and all the other things that come with baby make getting rested nearly impossible. What in the world am I going to do?? I am obviously not made for getting such little sleep (I think this weekend was proof of that) and I can't just pop off for a nap whenever I feel like I need it. Oh, boy... could be interesting. Maybe I should add ear-plugs to our baby registry...not for me but for my family so that when I lose my mind from lack of sleep, their ears won't be burned off and our relationships forever damaged. :)

I guess we'll figure it out as we go...and we still have a long way to go. But it did make me think. Too bad you can't store up sleep now and use it later. :) Now I'm off to catch up on my ICLW reading and commenting since I spent the weekend in the bed. Then maybe I'll catch a nap...just a little one. ;)

Happy Monday!