Blahs....

God, I wish January would just end already.

I was lying in bed last night listening to the wind as it raged around the house, which I normally find a bit of a comforting noise, but no luck last night. Why, you ask? (Or don't ask, as is more likely). Kieran wasn't sleeping well at all, and at about 2:30 he woke up and was absolutely wide awake. I tried bringing him into our bed where he lay quietly for about 20 minutes, but did not go back to sleep . I finally threw in the towel and we moved the living room where I hoped the crazy antics of Thomas the Tank Engine would lull him back to sleep. Didn't work. (Side note: as far as engines goes, Thomas is really sort of bratty). Anyway, it was close to 4 am before I was back asleep and of course, Kieran, who also serves as our alarm clock, did not go off between 6:30 and 7 as he normally does. Instead at 7:30 I jumped out of bed and we started the mad rush to get out of the house on time.

In general, I'm sort of ambivalent about maternity leave. I liked it, but I found a lot of the days long and I'm sure with 2 children it will be even longer. But on mornings like today, I'm soooo looking forward to it - when I won't be obligated to rush an almost 2-year old out the door in the bitter January cold before he's even had a decent breakfast or time to wake himself up.

Anyway, today I feel a bit zombie-ish, no surprise. And on top of it all, Baby #2 must be growing exponentially as I can actually feel my skin stretching to accommodate him/her, which is quite uncomfortable. Eric and I took our new mini-van (well, its almost ours at least) for a test drive last night night and I swear while I was standing in the car dealership I though the child was going to claw itself out of my belly.

January, please be over. Bring on April!