It's 4 am

And I've already been awake for over an hour. Water break? Baby come early? Oh no...it's my TWO YEAR OLD. Say what? My thoughts exactly. I suppose he's decided I still need to be in New Baby Boot Camp & wake up at least once a night to tuck him back in & then be up for the day, at say, oh 5:30-ish. As if trying to sleep 8 months pregnant with a basketball under my shirt isn't enough.

Is he wanting an over-tired momma before his sissy gets here? Does he enjoy the increase volume of my voice on more regular occasions? I'm not certain...but don't worry. I have a plan & it includes locked doors & no exceptions if he doesn't tow the line. In fact the poor guy has his door locked right now & is talking under the door..."Mommy lock the door. Hug you mommy." Hmm...let's see you had 30 minutes of a kind mother repeatedly tucking you in & you didn't want to hug me then...and frankly, I don't want to hug you now.

By Monday we should all be getting some better sleep.

And all is quiet now. Time for some shut eye...or at least rolling around in bed, trying to get myself comfortable enough to doze.

Let's see if he still wakes up at 5:30 {um, in 90 minutes}. If so, this should be a dandy of a day. Once again...

Happy Friday.

At least we have play group today, right?