I know it seems that my posts have been few and far between because, well, they have. This week my mom came to town on Tuesday night and my brother and sister in law got here on Thursday. We had a baby shower for them yesterday, so it has been a long but very fun and fulfilling week! I always get excited when family comes to town, especially my mom. I wish more than anything that she lived here (how's that for a guilt trip?!) and have been trying to talk her into it as long as I've been here myself. I have plans to buy the empty lot behind us (close to the water!) and build a retirement home for her and my step-dad. I think that would be so fun for the kids to have Ya-Ya in their backyard! We would absolutely love it. However, I also have plans to put two additions on my house, put the kids through college, pay off my own student loan, take at least one trip to Europe, travel across the US every summer in an RV, and...oh yeah, buy a boat. I had better start at least playing the lottery.

On the pregnancy front I have had prenatal insomnia as I have had with both of my previous pregnancies. It sucks. Not as much as puking, I'm sure, but it is my own little slice of hell. I'm tired, believe me, and I can't get to sleep just fine. But, either some noise wakes me up or I have some crazy, vivid pregnancy dream and wake up on my own at about 1-2am until 5am. You would think that one would get bored that whole time, but my mind is racing. I try to actually meditate myself back to sleep. Here's my technique: picture nothing but blackness, deep slow breathing, and sometimes when my mind really will just not shut up and I have to "ohm" myself to sleep. Usually by the third "ohm" my mind continues to wander. And my favorite thoughts are running the numbers. Any kind of numbers will do--bills, income, daycare rates, daycare days, number of days I can take off on my maternity leave, number of months it will take me to pay off our credit card, van, student loan...yep, I run them all. In my previous pregnancies I would fall asleep by about 5am and wake up at 6-6:30 and be exhausted. I would have the hardest time dragging myself out of bed. This time around--at least so far--I wake up on my own and feel ok. It's all quite strange. I've tried every trick in the book but nothing helps. I have not resorted to any kind of sleeping pill, although with Mikaela it got so bad that the dr approved a half a pill for me. I never took it though.

Food is really a hit or miss. Thursday I was dying for my mom's lasagna that was planned for Friday. Friday rolled around and I wanted nothing to do with it. The Oreos are long gone and will not be seen in this house again, but I have moved on to a new cookie: Fig Newtons. They remind me of being and kid and they are so awesomely good. I don't ever want to eat a whole row of them so I'm safe. But listen to this, there is some leftover chocolate cake sitting in my kitchen. I have not eaten it all day nor do I want any tonight. That is so unlike me.

Oh, so I had a point to telling you about my insomnia although this is just a rambling boring post. I sometimes think of great things to write about while I am laying in bed. I plan it all out, say the words in my head, and then here I am and I have no idea what I was thinking. oh well, I'm sure I'll be thinking about it again tonight.