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Hemet Days
I’m starting to look scary. I think I’m going to get kicked out of the “big belly crew” soon and sent off to a traveling freak show. All I need is a beard.
I had a really fun few days out in Hemet. It’s been a whirlwind of reunions now that the walls of Jericho are falling down. I hung out with my Aunt for two days and sewed six blankets. (Half of them are for gifts. Don’t worry, I’m not going to be drowning in receiving blankets.) I finally watched an episode of LOST with my Aunt, my Grandma and a cousin I haven’t seen in ages. If you would have told me I’d be watching television with my relatives last week, I would have slapped my forehead and told you you were crazy. My relatives don’t even have televisions! Television is the “devil in a box”. I guess a lot of things have changed in the last few years. I say hallelujah!
Watching LOST was great. My Aunt and my cousin got me all up to speed on the fifty trillion details there are to keep track of. Now I know what everybody is raving about. What a freaky show. I don’t know how I’m going to possibly get Toby up to speed so we can watch it next week. It probably won’t even come up since I can’t manage to stay awake past 8pm anyway. I think the only reason I was able to stay up this Wednesday is because I’ve been running on adrenaline. It’s like my heart is at Disneyland or something with all these relatives that I haven’t talked to in ages coming at me with open arms.
Of course my immediate family (my mom, my dad, my brother and his wife and kids) have always been coming at me with open arms. In fact sometimes my nieces might be a little too loving, like when they tried to squish into bed with me on the couch. But I love them to pieces.
We went to Starbucks this morning. What a hoot they are with their “medium warm hot chocolate”. I had a decaf eggnog latte for the first time since forever. It was strange but good. Thankfully, my pregnancy aversion seems to be dissipating and the coffee didn’t taste like burnt egg shells like it used to.
My littlest niece’s birthday is next Wednesday and then there’s Thanksgiving after that… it’s just one fun thing after another. Life is good.
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Whacked Clock
My internal clock is whacked right now. For the past month or so I’ve been falling asleep at eight in the evening. It would be six-thirty or seven if I let myself. I can barely fix dinner and watch one episode of CSI before I’m nodding off. It’s embarrassing! I’ve always been a freakish morning person but I could usually manage to stay up until at least nine-thirty. Now, as soon as the sun goes down, I’m longing for my cozy night gown and my soft bed. Seven minutes after my head hits the pillow, I’m asleep like a rock.
Then mysteriously at three in the morning, I wake up as if it was the beginning of a new day. My eyes are so wide open they bug right out of my head. I used to fight it. I’d lie in bed, trying to be as still as possible for hours. It was miserable. Every bone in my body ached and no matter how much I tossed and turned I couldn’t get back to sleep. Now I get up. I have a bowl of cereal and start my day. There’s no use fighting it. I still get my required seven hours of sleep.
I’m just a freak.
I’m hoping it’s just my body getting ready for a baby. I really hope my new schedule meshes with her’s.
