Last night was abysmal as far as sleeping was concerned. It was just terrible. So, I have taken two Benadryls to make sure I actually sleep tonight. (I am on prednisone, which tends to wind you up and cause sleep issues. I've gone several nights without Benadryl and sleeping just fine...until I wasn't.) I find, no matter how tired I am, I can find a second wind. Tonight a second wind is terribly unnecessary. I am fading fast. To quote my dearest Florence + the Machine - "I'm going under."
My mind is/was just full of things that must be done. I made the mistake of picking up a breastfeeding book to refresh my memory, and then started worrying about EVERYTHING. I'll have a c-section this time around, and am worried about how dealing with THAT will affect everything else. There was way too much thinking and then sleep just wouldn't come. I had bad dreams, and my phone rang from an unknown number. I was hot. I kept seeing scenes from the latest Walking Dead flash in front of my eyes (really not a good thing).
Being pregnant is so glamorous.
Posting everyday is certainly NOT good for beautiful everyday posts - I do feel like I'm really phoning it in these past few days. It can't all be profound wisdom like say, Elizabeth. But today, despite my tiredness, I got a flu shot, made brownies, dropped off a meal for a church family. Helped Thomas go through way too many flash cards for homework. The stuff of everyday, the wheel of time that keeps turning and turning.