Out of bed, that is. I sent him packing to the couch with a pillow and blanket in hand, and wished him sweet dreams. I'm in my 32nd week of pregnancy, so no, I can't sleep, especially with a 200 lb. fog horn laying next to me. Sure, I could be the one to willingly get up and move to the couch, but I'm allowed a few pregnancy demands, and a nice comfy mattress to sleep on (in a quiet environment) happens to be one of them. Keeping me fed is the other. As long as those demands are met, I'm in good shape-- really!
You might be reading this and wonder why I haven't posted in some time, and I'm here to tell you the reason being is simply because I just haven't felt like it (in other words, no reason). That's the joy of writing on a personal blog, as opposed to say, writing for a column in a magazine or newspaper. I don't have to meet a deadline. Sure, I see people from time to time who read my blog and tell me it needs updating. Feel free to cut me a check and I'll be sure to keep regular entries coming your way. No, in all seriousness I'll try to post more, I'm sure it's pretty annoying to type in my blog address and see that I haven't said anything new. Sincere apologies. But, just think... In the following weeks to come, there will be lots of excitement (and more sleepless nights) in my world, and I'll be sure to tell you about it, so keep checking in.