Still Sick and Tired. No Surprise There.
Still sick. Still tired (insomnia struck again last night, from approximately 2am til 5am). But I worked all day and I made it to Friday, without giving birth (so now I am hoping I'll get some time to do some of those things I've been putting off all week.) And now our friend Trey is over and the conversation is way more interesting and tempting to me than fooling around on the blog tonight. So tonight is merely a placeholder.
Placeholder, maybe. But still - look at all those lovely purple numbers!
Pot calling the kettle black again: I hope you can rest this weekend! if only because that whole labor thing goes better if you have some saved-up strength.
But kudos to you for following through with work even when you have plenty of excuse not to, and for taking the day you did take, taking the nap yesterday, and taking stock of what being away from work will mean for you.
Ok, so it's time to expose little sweet Mrs. Julie's secret to the world about all this hyped-up "insomnia" bullshit she's spouting all over the place. The truth is, kids, (1) she's got a big fat baby sitting on her internal organs all day and all night long, and man, that's *got* to suck and (2) she just crashed out, I mean, passed out cold there on the couch right in the middle of conversation and then *boldly and brazenly* ignored her loving, pleading and quite humane husband's advice to get into bed and sleep properly. There you have it, I was there man I saw the whole thing. Get off the couch and get in bed, woman!!! Stop showing us how dumb we are every time you open your mouth. Shit gets *old*, yo. Don't like it.