I'm tired. This was a collection of random thoughts compiled over two days. It may not make any sense.

So we've pretty much BLAZED right through the first trimester. I'm in my 11th week right now, which means only like 10 days til I'm officially in the second trimester. I'm telling you, you want to distract yourself from being pregnancy-tired, get tired doing a whole bunch of other things. We're getting quite settled into the new place -- though we still need quite a few things. (Or rather, we'd like to have a few things.)

One thing still keeping me nice and tired is Ruby's continued waking up in the middle of the night/first thing in the morning. I don't know if it's the new room still or what, but every morning between 4:30 and 5:15 she's up. And not just pleasantly awake -- crying and sobbing and "Mommy" and screaming. WTF kid? We go in and rock her, but the moment we put her back down, it's back to the hysterics. We sometimes bring her back to bed with us, but that's always just a stop gap; she never actually sleeps. But she's quiet, and she gets that Mommy and Daddy are still sleeping. So we get about 45-60 minutes before: "HI! Daddy, hi! Up. Food-ah. FOOD-ah. Play. Daddy, UP!" I talked to our sleep consultant today (nearly a year and a half later and I can still call this wonderful voodoo priestess nice lady!). Sunday, for example, she was up at 5:15. Wade tried rocking her/getting her some milk/putting her back down, but that only worked for a bit. Finally, I put the baby gate up and let her play in her room alone. Lots of cute chattering on her part, but not much sleeping on ours. Though overheard while she played was, "Mommy eat. Ruby eat. Beckfass. Peetha!" [Breakfast, pizza] And "One, two, purpah, boo!" [purple, blue]

But last night, she only woke up a few times and for not very long, and today was the first day in at least a month that I felt like I had my shit together. The house was not totally disgusting, the dishes and laundry were done, I didn't look awful, I even got it together enough to drop the car off and get it checked out. I mean, this was a red letter day!

OK. I don't know. During the day I come up with loads of witty observations on my pregnancy and how it differs from the first, etc., etc. But I'm retardedly tired right now and all I want to do is watch the eighth to last episode of Battlestar Galactica that I have DVR'd. Pbbbbtht.

Preg Nancy's back, y'all!

In case you didn't pick up on all my "I'm SO tired" comments lately, I'm pregnant. :)

We're totally psyched, of course. I'm 9 and 1/2 weeks along right now and am due on 10/14. Would I have chosen not to get sick, have my kid get sick, and move in to a new place all when I'm in the midst of that extreme first trimester fatigue? You bet your sweet aunt fanny. But now that we're almost on the other side of it all, I'm very happy that we're in our new place and will be TOTALLY settled in by the time Number 2 comes along.

Doc says everything is totally healthy and good and strong so far, so I'm hoping for another healthy, smoothly-sailed pregnancy.

OK, now I'm retardedly tired, AGAIN. Going to bed. Must go grow a baby.

Better.

Just wanted to put out there that I've been feeling much peppier today and yesterday. And that Ruby slept through the night last night -- for the first time in 2+ weeks -- and for nearly 14 hours. And W did end up catching the sickness but started a course of antibiotics. And the weather's warmer. And yay. :)

"...and it's wasted on the crappiest generation of spoiled idiots."

Most of you may have seen this by now, but it's like my favorite thing ever.

Status Update 2.0

• I'm feeling much better but am still very, very tired.
• Ruby's fever spiked on Friday at 104.4 at which point the doc discovered a "terrible ear infection, just terrible," and put her on antibiotics.
• Though feeling better now, Ruby is still not sleeping through the night and has been up for at least an hour or two every night for over two weeks now. Which is not helping my tiredness.
  
• Wade had the sickness/didn't have the sickness/had the sickness/has successfully fought off the sickness (I think). Go Wade!
  
• We're now 50% unpacked. Crucial to my sanity will be the next stage of unpacking: my clothes. You might think that would have been a higher priority than midway through our second week, but again: tired.
• We still have to purchase a washer and dryer, which means our dirty clothes are piling up and piling up and piling up (therefore complicating my clothing situation). My sainted mother has been playing laundress to us, which I wouldn't feel so bad about, except that we are a filthy bunch of animals who produce a disproportionate amount of laundry.
  
• There's a tiny chance my sister maybe deported from Zambia due to her organization mishandling some crucial paperwork. This is causing much consternation in both the US and Africa.
• Charshambesuri is next Wednesday, which means blackface and fire-jumping all around!
  

Status Update

• We are in our new house.
• It is awesome, but I've been having weepy nostalgia for our old house (in which everything was already put away).
• We are about 35-40% unpacked.
• 90% of that unpacking was done by my mom and my mother in law.
• They did most of the unpacking because I was deathly ill during the moving process, and I was watching an even more deathly ill Ruby.
• I am on day 8 or so of fighting off the sinus infection/ear ache that would not die.
• Ruby is on day 11 of fighting off the cough/runny nose/recurring fever that would not die.
• Wade seems to have escaped this sickness by the skin of his teeth.
• We have not been grocery shopping in about two weeks and are getting very creative with whatever random things are in our fridge/pantry (and thanking the good lord for my mother who brings food over to us).
• We have no washer/dryer yet in our new place. And yet we seem to keep getting clothes dirty.
• And I'm... tired. I'm just really tired.