Insomnia

Never fun when you're exhausted and all you want is sleep and then the little one within decides to have dance parties around 3-4am. Just about 4 times a week she wakes me up with her fun flips and kicks right around 3-4am making it very difficult to go back to sleep. Most times I can fall back asleep by about 4:30 but this morning is an example where I'm wide awake and by 5am and decide I should get out of bed or poor Nate might kill me for tossing and turning.

While most times I can get another hour or two in of sleep, I get up around 6:30 anyway so on a day like today it would actually make me groggier if I fell back asleep for only an hour, if I was able to at all. So I'm probably up for the rest of the morning. Nothing like starting what will be a 10 hour day with being awake for no reason at 4am. And for me, the earlier I rise does not shave off any time at the end of my day - I will have to be at work until 7pm regardless. Awesome.

Only two comforting things - an active baby is a healthy baby and this is still the most sleep I'll be getting for a very long time once she's born. I guess that second one isn't all that comforting, more daunting when I think about it, but I'm trying to make a positive spin :)

Did My Water Just Break?!

One night after work Nate and I stopped and picked up sandwiches for dinner. He plopped the bag in my lap and we drove home. Just as I was about to get out of the car I had this rush of what felt like water all down my crotch. At about eight and a half months pregnant of course I freaked.

Did my water just break?
Wait, we're just about 34 weeks that's too soon.
Oh god, this can't be happening.
I'm not ready.
The baby's not ready.
Well clearly she might be if she's coming.
Is there a chance I can pretend that this isn't happening?
Probably not. 
AHHHHHH!!!!!

These were all the thoughts racing through my head all at once. What came out of my mouth was one single phrase. Excuse the language but I'm going to use the preggo card here - in a frozen state I just started slowly saying WTF?!

Nate, my much calmer half, looked down and saw there was some liquid, grabbed the bag out of my lap and said "oh crap, did something start leaking?" Not phased by my freak out and of course found the more logical explanation in a split second, he realized the container of pickles just leaked out a ton of pickle juice all over me.

Pickle juice.
The baby's not coming.
I'm ok.
I have more time.
Close call.
THANK GOD!!!!

I finally started breathing again, held back the always present urge to cry, and let the relief wash over me (while Nate proceeded to clean up the pickle juice from the seat). Then it hit him...

Wait, did you think your water just broke?
Yes.
Don't you think you would feel it coming out of you??
What part of this have a I ever experienced before?! How the hell should I know? All I knew was my lap was full of liquid like I just peed my pants!
Well good thing that wasn't it!
Yeah, good thing, except it's going to happen eventually!

Oh pickle juice, thanks for the heart attack!