i was a little manic last night. i couldn’t sleep so i read like, 3 books. and of course, that would be the night that the doctor went to bed early. so then at about 11:30 i ventured out to buy some ciggies and chocolate milk. i was craving the chocolate and the milk and thought “why not combo them together?” and there were only a few smokes left for the doctor in the morning and nothing sucks more than getting up really early for work and then finding you have to go buy smokes right away.
then i got home and my friend was IMing me, so we had manic chats about pregnancy and shopping and sex. so then, even though we finished talking at about 12:30, i didn’t get to sleep until like 4. i was thinking about all of the stuff at my dad’s and how the fuck i’m going to get most of it out…
and i slept through the morning and then at 11, the doctor called from work. and normally the baby will have woken me by this point, but he didn’t and so i just laid there for a minute, worried cuz he’s always active at about 9 at the latest, but then i go “wake up little one” and put my hand on his head and he started kicking…hee hee.
i feel like a mom.
and now i regret waking him up.
