After night time bathroom trip #6,724 (in this pregnancy, but whose counting?) I was unable to fall back to sleep. Shocker! Anyways, after lying in bed attempting to fight my way back into dreamland I finally just lay there with my eyes open and thinking..."I have 4 hours or so until I have to be at the hospital!" "I should be getting some much needed rest" "Oooooh look the alarmclock iHome base is all glowy and I can do shadow puppets!" "WATCHOUT! GodzillaHand is trying to devour your head Hubby! Grraawlll" "Oh dear god, just get UP!"

So I did.

And I decided that I will post about it... at 4 AM on the day that my second child will be evicted induced into this world. I decided to see if Joss had loaded Act II of his genius creation Dr. Horrible. And he had, so I watched it. But first I poked my head into Abby's room and chuckled — of her dozen blankets, stuffed animals, and the lone kingsize pillow she is about the only thing left on her bed. Additionally, she still has the socks on her hands that she insisted Jason put on her before she would fall asleep. What makes that even cuter is that they are the socks that look like little Converse "Chucks" (as I liked to call them), which happen to be red (not that that fact is important). I hope she is dreaming happy dreams, I am going to miss her over the next few days.

So I really haven't blogged a lot about this pregnancy on this blog anyways . . . and since I was looking through the archives and reminiscing about by pregnancy with Abby, I figure I can jam in 9 months of griping into one post — why not, it's not like I am sleeping (like I should be) anyways.

Where to start? Let's see. Oh I know! Not really planning this but serendipitously I found out that I was pregnant to the day two years ago (11/20/05) that I was pregnant (back in Nov of 07 of course). So Hubby and I planned on having the kids about two years apart, we didn't realize we meant it so literally. Moving on... I didn't have a lot of morning sickness with Abby (none actually) and by all accounts I have yet to throw up with this one, but I sure as heck was nauseous for the first half of this pregnancy. In other "How-was-this-one-unlike-the-other" match ups... I started to feel hip pain (Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction) just about 18 weeks in that has gotten progressively worse, but luckily not completely debilitating, as the pregnancy has progressed. Other than that the other big differences can be un-named here. Besides this is Morgan's Birth Day and I don't want him to come across this in the years to come and think that I was totally miserable this go round. In fact if I have other kids in the future it should be a sure sign that dealing with annoying physical issues for 9 months isn't really great, but it is totally worth it in the end. Totally!

And just to show my humility to the few people that read this blog. One thing about pregnancy is that at a certain point there is no dignity left. That occurred for me about 3 months ago when I had to say goodbye to the granny panties of ole' and dawn the granny panties of the now. It was more economical and sadly more comfortable than dealing with putting up with pads and there tendency to chafe. So not only did I gain enough weight to put me close to the size/weight of a newborn baby elephant, but I also had to subject myself to a sneak peak of my future if I don't get my act together and get healthy! 300 pound, waddling, Depends wearing, arthritic mess. And I have pics of me that I hope I will never look like again. It's funny how you don't really know what you look like until you see a picture of yourself. The mirror is the closeup, but the full picture is harder to see until you see yourself from someone else's point-of-view.

Well though I know I am up for good today, until this baby comes out anyways, I am going to browse the web. As I will be unable to do so for almost 3 days I need to get my "fix" now. The next post will hopefully all about Morgan.