Come up to meet you

It's 4:45 am and I've been awake for the past hour. Not sure why--I got up to pee, then after going back to bed I couldn't fall asleep. Baby was doing somersaults in my belly, and suddenly I realized I was starving. A bagel and some OJ later and I'm here on the computer completely awake.

I'm feeling okay since my little hospital scare, though I have to admit it's changed things around here. I'm scared because I know now that I can be having contractions and not feeling them, but it's my hope that if they were doing business I'd be able to feel something. So that has me on edge. We've also been spurred into getting the stuff ready sooner--doing some extra cleaning this weekend, getting some baby stuff set up. If we get enough done tomorrow I'll be able to start washing and sorting clothes. I know it seems early, but I'd feel better doing it twice than not having it done at all!

I've been trying to take it easy as much as possible too. That's hard for me to do, but I'm trying. It helps that we didn't have anything really going on this weekend, so we were able to run by our own schedule. We all slept in a little, spent a little extra time on the couch during the day, and I guess that's really not a bad thing. I think it annoyed Ev a little, because he generally likes to be on the go, but even he seemed happy with just hanging out.

The one thing Ev is really into lately is "driving the car". By this I mean when we go anywhere, we now have to leave about ten minutes early, because Ev wants to take his turn starting the car and pretending to drive it before we get going. When he's ready to go, he'll say, "Evan drives the car, yeah?", and then ask for my keys. We'll then go out, and he'll unlock the car, hoist himself into the drivers seat and put the key in the ignition. Then he'll spend a few minutes playing with the turn signal, turning the wheel, and fiddling with the radio. And don't worry, I'm right next to him the whole time, because I remember when Timmy drove my mom's car into the side of my grandmother's garage when he was two or three and that's not something I'd like to repeat! I'm not sure what started this car craze, but I don't mind humoring him (except in the morning when we're trying to get to therapy on time).

So that's what's been going on here. I think I'm rambling a bit, so I'll try to go back to bed now. Maybe I can squeak out another hour or two before I need to eat again.