9pm – He’s still awake and pretty pissed off that he’s in his crib. Although – he’s also ridiculously tired…he still wants me to know that he’s angry that he’s in bed and can hear the neighborhood kids right outside his window playing. I don't blame him. I equate this to people drinking beer right in front of me when I'm pregnant. Aholes.
9:45pm – He wakes up. Not sure why. But he wakes up yelling for “Dog-Go” (our dog Layla). And then it turns into screaming, and then a little talk about a “big truck.” I let him wind himself back down and don’t bother going into check on him – since he sounds ok.
10:30 pm – He wakes up again. But this time he’s frantically screaming. So I run upstairs and into his room to find him sitting in his crib clinging to his blanket yelling “Maw Maw.” I scoop him up and tell him he’s ok. And I sit down with him in the rocking chair.
10:45pm – Still rocking. This is my fault. He’s passed out. I’m tearing up because he’s my little baby – and I’m worried that he’s going to be hurt or angry when his sister is born.
11:30pm – I text Chad (who’s out after a softball game) that I can’t stop laughing because the weather man just drew (what looks to be) a …uhh…male organ shape around the weather front. Only Chad would appreciate this as much as I do.
11:35pm – I’m still laughing about the weather man.
12:00am – I wake up to the ridiculously loud sound of terrible pop music. Where the hell is this coming from. I check the tv, I check all around the room…it’s coming from Carter’s monitor. What the crap is he doing in there now?!
12:02am – I run into Carter’s room to find that his clock had accidentally been bumped – and the radio alarm was set for midnight. He’s still passed out.
12:03am – I’m awake now…so I may as well watch tv. I watch an infomercial about a device called “the ninja” that looks like the magic bullet. Whatever ninja…kiss my magic bullets ass.
12:37am – I have a leg cramp (a lovely side effect of pregnancy). I pace…and then pee (another side effect of pregnancy).
1:28am – I have to pee again.
2:14am – I wake up to the sound of an alarm going off. Crap…it’s our security alarm. Why does this thing keep tweaking itself? I jump out of bed and punch in the security code to stop it. I go right back to bed … without even checking to see if any windows or doors had been tampered with. Opps.
2:47am – I have to pee again.
3:36am – Carter wakes up again. This time he sounds like he may have had a nightmare. He’s screaming for me again. I run in. He’s clinging to his blanket again. I check all around his room for the cat…wondering if maybe he was hiding in there somewhere and kept waking Carter up. No cat. I pick up Carter and we rock more…and I cry more … and he passes out again.
6:45am – My internal clock wakes me up. Nobody else in the house is up yet. I watch more infomercials. This time it’s a product that shapes side/butt chub. I guess it’s claim to fame is that it gets rid of chubby women’s muffin tops. I should invest in this for after the baby’s born.