fiber, no cows.
another reason to love the British

it is official.

I have reached the stage when I am over being pregnant and completely ready to have only one person living in my body, no matter how bloody painful the process will be. This point was reached at 4 a.m., when I was woken out of a lovely sleep by a fetus trying to punch and kick his way out. If a new exit had to be made, so be it. When he wasn't practicing his extreme fighting skillz, most of the bones/joints in my hips and back felt like they were being smashed with little tiny hammers. At 6 or so, I gave up the ruse of trying to sleep and came downstairs to have a bowl or three of cereal and feel sorry for myself. Grrr.

Eventually, I may find the time to snatch a nap.

The kicker, of course, is that this was the first night in quite some time when the Diva didn't wake up at 3 and want someone to sit with her until she feel back to sleep. Noooooo. This morning, she slept, peep-free, until 7 a.m. Life is unfair.


You have my utmost empathy--I have SO been there.
Good luck on this last, most trying, phase.

Thanks. I'm just trying to figure out how to sleep standing up, like a cow or horse or something. It's not going well. Feh.

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