5. AM.

Ugh.  I can’t sleep.  Haven’t all night.  I got in bed at 10:30, but it was useless.  I have gone to the bathroom at least 14 times (I didn’t count, but seriously, it has to be at least that many times).  And the worst part is that we finally gave in and turned the air on because it had gotten up to 80 degrees in the house- and 80 degrees indoors and a 38 week pregnant woman don’t mix.  But it isn’t working.  It’s blowing air, just not COLD air.  So I’ve been in the recliner since 1:30 with the ceiling fan going full blast.

I knew I might not be able to sleep because of excitement, but I didn’t think that I would be such a bundle of nerves.  I spent a good 2 hours fighting vomiting earlier this morning, and finally gave in to a queasy stomach around 3:30.  Since then, I feel fine.  Haha… isn’t it crazy how we process emotions?

Anyway, I have to wake Josh up at 7, so now I only have one hour left to waste before I can get him up and start getting ready (why did it take me an hour to write this?).  He woke up to check on me a little while ago and said that he had that feeling like when he was a little kid and he knew they were going on vacation the next day.  I’m glad to know that he’s feeling something, too- he’s so calm all the time!

If you’re up and reading this, make sure to head over to Nate’s page.  As of 5 am, Tricia was in her 8th hour of surgery for a double lung transplant.  They need our prayers this morning!

Well, as a friend of mine put it yesterday (uh oh, shout out), “Here’s to a healthy, fat baby- ’cause fat babies are the best kind!”  Come on, Ellie Catherine!