With 18 days left before Ziggy joins the world as its newest citizen my body clock has started to make the sleep deprivation adjustment. I have been waking up every few hours and sleeping lighter than ever before. I guess my natural instincts are kicking in again because I remember, a long long time ago, before Eli was even a thought in my head that I could sleep through anything. When I hit the pillow, I was out for the count! The only thing that could wake me up was the noxious gas that I would occasionally emit from my ass after some spicy Mexican food.
Since Eli was born, I wake up if the dog farts, and not because of the smell. In short, I am already exhausted and dreaming of a full six hours of sleep with 3 weeks left before I have to be up. I don’t think it is fair, but I think I will look back at this and say thank GOD that I got used to the lack of sleep weeks ago!
Everything looks great, Jodi is doing well, she is complaining more and more lately which is normal, and she is trying to throw the, “I am 9 months pregnant” card ten times a day, which I simply shake my head and remark that she needs to suck it up cupcake (which does not go over well).