I love the nightlife
Vance took some night time cold/allergy medicine and has passed out on the recliner in the living room. I tried to wake him up to see if he wanted to sleep in our bed, and he just looked at me funny and then fell back asleep. So adorable. I kind of like this. I am in my room with the tv on Nick at Nite, music playing on my computer, and I am typing away. 3 things I would normally get bitched at for. He'll come in eventually and go to bed, whether it's at 3 or 7 in the morning...but until then!
Fridays are the best. Everyday during the week is pretty much the same for me, but Fridays just feel more relaxed. Normally Vance comes home and I have to worry about how much time we'll have to hang out before he has to go to bed, except Fridays. We can stay up as late as we want and do whatever! Which usually means he plays World of Warcraft until midnight and then goes to bed. I'm back to not sleeping well at night. Yay.
Right now I have a large baby jumping on bladder and jamming his feet into my ribcage. I have been getting really excited about squeezing this little guy out of me. I am 35 weeks now and it's starting to feel like at this point just about anything could happen. I have my first cervical check at my next appointment, which doesn't sound exciting, and it really is quite gross, but it could indicate whether I am getting close to delivering. Well, it puts hopeful thoughts into a mom's head. I could be 2 centimeters dialated and not pop until a week after my due date. With my luck I will be closed up tight and not pop until a week or two after my due date. I'm telling you, nature is trying to teach me patience. It always happens this way.
My friend Jackie is due next Friday. I know once she delivers I will be that much closer to getting this guy out.