(Sigh) I am wide awake, which makes no sense because just a few hours before bedtime, I felt like I got shot in the rear with a tranquilizer dart. I get in bed and suddenly, I feel like I just drank 3 cups of coffee. Pregnancy is strange like that, I guess. I laid in bed for about an hour before I decided to empty my teeny bladder and attempt to make myself tired by staring at the computer screen.

Thursday is my last day of babysitting Bob. I am pretty pleased about that. I have learned a lot from my time as his babysitter.........Mainly, that it sucks to watch someone else's bratty toddler while you're pregnant. LOL :) No, really, he is not bratty. I think watching the most angelic and well-behaved toddler while pregnant would be trying if he/she is not your own. But let's face it, it was better than having to go to a "real" job.

I had a lot of VERY intense Braxton-Hicks contractions today. Not sure why. One got so strong while I was walking our dog this evening that I had to stop mid-stride and wait it out. That's fine with me - it just means my uterus is getting all geared up for the big job ahead. Way to go, uterus! Do your thang!

I may or may not have mentioned in previous posts that I sing and lead the praise & worship service every Wednesday night at our church. I am also sort of the fill-in praise & worship leader on Sundays whenever the regular P&W leader is absent or just asks me to take over. Lately, it's been getting harder and harder for me to breathe when I'm singing.....while I've been asked to lead song service more and more. I've noticed it progressively getting worse over the last month or two and now it is almost unbearable just to get through one song. (Our song services are pretty loud and intense by most people's standards) A couple Sundays ago, I got so winded and overheated that I felt like I was going to pass out. Our sweet baby is officially squishing my lungs. I talked to the P&W leader about it and told him that I could probably no longer sub for him until I return from having the baby. He totally understood. I also e-mailed my Pastor about it to make sure it was alright that there would be no song service on Wednesday nights until I return from having the baby. He was also very understanding and even said that he has noticed I've been struggling to sing lately. I'm glad he said that - it made me feel like less of a whimp. "Oh boo-hoo, I'm too pregnant to sing, please don't make me. Oh, the poor pregnant girl needs sympathy, wah wah".....is how I feared my request would come off. But it didn't, and I'm glad. It'll be nice to have a little break and not get so physically drained every time I go to church.

I think my eyelids are finally heavy enough to attempt sleep one more time. (yawn)....but not before I grab a snack from the kitchen. Dang. We seem to be fresh out of the things I'm craving: pot roast w/ mashed potatoes and gravy and orange creamcicles for dessert. Yum.

Labels: babysitting, pregnancy whining