A Grouch's Lullaby
From Sleepytime Bird
Sleep, sleep, sleep/ Go to sleep, my little creep/ Born to live in a big trash heap
I have to laugh when my "What to Expect" app tells me that sleep is going to become harder this week/month/trimester - somehow, I don't think it gets much worse than staring at the wall for 90 minutes in the middle of the night, despite getting up to use the bathroom, have a snack, read quietly, or drink some warm milk. Of course, now that I've said that, my brain will find some new way to torture me tonight.
It's become entertaining to watch The Bean move around - she's usually on my right side, and apparently head-down, because it's pretty easy to feel her back and butt move by as she flips around. Earlier this week, I pulled out a maternity support band that a friend passed along - it was huge and uncomfortable this summer, but now it feels like heaven. I hadn't realized just how heavy my belly is getting until I take off the band after work, and immediately everything becomes more work.
We bought our tree this weekend, and I am currently sitting with the smell of pine from behind me, and Christmas carols playing outside (yes, we have a light display that plays music. We're THOSE neighbors). Incidentally, at what point did "Amazing Grace" become a Christmas carol? It always throws me when that one comes on. As it just did.
The Bean's room is still not ready, but we are approaching readiness on the library, so hopefully we will be able to assemble the crib soon. For some reason, having a place for this baby to sleep is the thing that I've latched onto as "see, we're not ready!" My coworkers keep reminding me that 6 weeks is not that long, and I keep thinking about how the time I have left is the same time I will have at home with The Bean when she arrives, and neither of these thoughts is helping me calm down. This may have something to do with the craptastic sleep, come to think of it!