In which I reveal how pathetic I am in the morning

So Emmett's been a little weird about mornings this week. He's been waking up around the time Chad gets up for work and only sometimes going back to sleep ( = kill me). Yesterday, he got up at 6 and stayed up.

6.

am.

( = double kill me)

So we did the only logical things anyone would do in such a situation.

I had double quintuple chocolate cake for breakfast and Emmett had banana cookies (the Gerber kind so I can tell myself they were kind of healthy. What kind of mother do you think I am?)

I laid on the couch and read a DIY book while he watched Super Why! and messed around. Then I put on McLintock! while we (mostly I) laid on the couch some more. Emmett was up and down and we played games until nap time. And although he woke up three hours early, he made up for it by taking a four-hour nap. Which means I got to take a two-hour nap. It was bliss.

We stayed in our jammies til two, when I finally got us dressed, fed with real food, and out the door for a walk in my favorite weather: chilly and misty with low clouds slinking across the mountaintops. It was glorious.

So. Obviously I'm not much of a morning person. Don't get me wrong; when we have a good reason to be up before seven (hiking, camping, etc.), I love mornings. But not when I'm pregnant, tired, and have an 18 month old who still gets up every night.

Emmett made to do the same thing this morning, but--praise be--he went back to sleep and woke up happy like normal. Not the screaming kind of awake he likes to be at six am.

See?

And I'll let him show off, too.



Happy day :)

In other news, things are definitely starting to happen baby#2-wise. I won't give any details or elaborate on words like 'cervix' for any weak-stomached sissies reading this (aka any man who has not come to terms with the fact that his wife is indeed a woman), but the time is fast approaching for our Aprilboy to be here! I've been having BH contractions like crazy lately and they've been getting more intense and painful. Sometimes I can't talk through them. And this little boy seems to really enjoy kicking my ribs. Emmett never really did that. This one'll sometimes brace himself and push. Funny in an ouch kind of way. ;)

Anyway, have a great weekend!