A night in the life of...

Last night I was lying in bed sound asleep. The full moon shining through the arch in the window.

I suddenly feel *tap, tap, tap*. In my sleepy stupor I don't move.

Then I feel *shake, shake, shake*

I roll over rather irritated and say in a nasty tone "What??" to my husband.

Now, in my defense, sleep hasn't come easy lately. Eight months pregnant, I tend to get horrible hip aches, back aches, and I'm being made to sleep on my side. Something I dispise. Besides the fact that I wake up 3 or 4 times during the night to pee. I wasn't happy to be woken up for no apparent reason.

Then I hear "I love you".

In a tone equal to my "what?" I respond.."I love you, too". Humph.

And then he rolls back over.

Then I lie there awake for about 30 minutes irritated and cursing him in my thoughts for waking me.

He didn't remember a thing the next morning.

Just when you think the wart is gone

It's back.

I know, I fell off the face of the earth. I got overwhelmed. A little depressed, even, and blogging became a source of stress. I had nothing interesting to say (OK, I still don't). I can't really explain it. I really didn't think anyone would notice. But they did. And I am touched. But, now I'm back. A year and a half later. What can I say, nothing is on TV.

What have I been doing? Well, I'm pregnant again. So you can use your imagination there. Due August 25th. It's a boy! Rachel won't know what hit her. We're really excited, and this is the last one. A girl and a boy, the complete set, we're done. At least if we have our say. Everytime I say that, though, I think of my friend Angela Marie and am worried I jinx myself. Not that she isn't soooo completely blessed. But you know what I mean.

Other than that, It's the same 'ol, same 'ol here. I will post something more interesting later, when I have time. OK, no promises on the interesting part.