Crazy Sleep Schedule

So, now my sleep is really messed up.

Last night the baby was moving A LOT and SHE'S STRONG until she finally let me go to bed around 1:00 a.m. so I couldn't actually fall asleep in the first place. I went to FREE Movies on Demand and ordered Alice in Wonderland (Lewis Carroll was smoking something for sure) and watched it hoping it would help me sleep.... but the baby wasn't as bored as I was for sure. In fact, she seemed to love it!

I woke up a couple times to pee and then hungry around 4:00 a.m. with persistent and nagging thoughts about my unripened cervix, or wondering if and when I will actually go into labor, the thought that with all the pillows I sleep on, I should probably try to to protect them with a towel in case my water breaks, if they have to induce me, when will they do it (I want the baby to have her own birthday, so we can't induce on the 8th, 9th, 10th or 11th) and if they do it on a certain date, who will come, my mom or mother in law? and then I began trying to visualize the baby moving down, my cervix softening and thinning, to see if it might just help. (They say people who visualize their white blood cells fighting infection can put cancer into remission if they do it right and consistently, so, why not?) these crazy thoughts kept me up for about 2 1/2 hours or until around 6:30 a.m.

So, then, around 7:30 this morning, the dogs woke me up to eat, as they always do, and I tried to go back to bed around 8:00 until around 9:30.

I'm surprised I didn't go to sleep earlier last night. Kristen S and I went to the mall yesterday and spent 5 hours on our feet shopping. Then, after dinner I took another walk, so I was totally pooped out by 9:00 and in my mind ready for bed. (We bought our husbands some new clothes for when they come home on R&R. We hope they like them.)

So, I really feel like I only got about 5 hours of sleep last night and like I should go take a morning nap. Ah, such is my life. Sleeping, walking, waiting, stressing, cleaning, and being enslaved to the whims of my dogs, who apparently think my new job is to play with them all the time.