So, tonight Chris is working late like he has been for the past few days.Â That meant that when Bean went to bed at 7:30, it was quiet in the house.Â Quiet enough that I started to get a little sleepy.Â And as I was sitting on the couch trying to will myself awake, I thought, “Why?Â Why do I have to stay awake?Â If I want to go to bed, then I’m going to bed!”
So, I went to bed.
But at the last minute I remembered you guys and decided to bring my laptop with me.Â Which means I am currently blogging to you right now from the cozy comfort of my fluffy bed at 8:00pm.
And I feel pretty good about that, actually.
Wanna know my favorite part of this bedroom? It has a remote control for the ceiling fan. At first, I was like, “Wow, that is lazy.” But now I’m more like, “Wow, that’s the GREATEST INVENTION EVER! GIVE THAT CREATIVE INVENTIVE GENIUS WHO CREATED THIS THING A NOBEL PEACE PRIZE!”
Let’s say it’s the middle of the night and I wake up hot as Hades (which happens a LOT), now I don’t have to crawl out of bed, waving my arms around until I find the switch on the fan. Instead, I can just grab my remote and turn up the speed on the fan. BRILLIANT!
Remote controls and any other tool in life that allows you to be more comfortable while not actually having to move is a big deal during pregnancy. Even though I’m not too big right now, I can already see how this is going to change my pregnancy in the 8th and 9th months. Hot flashes? Grab the remote! Night sweats? Grab the remote! Chills? Grab the remote!
Speaking of pregnancy bellies… (we were speaking of those, right?) Check out the New Guy. He’s popping right on out of there, isn’t he? Sort of looks like I swallowed a basketball. Which is too cute. But in about four months it’s going to look like I ate an entire basketball team. And in two months after that, it’ll look like I ate the cheerleaders, too. So, cute now is ENORMOUS later. Just keep that in mind.
And check out what’s on my nightstand right now…
During my first pregnancy, this was my survival guide. This time around, it’s more like a scrapbook. A photo album. A memory box. Each chapter I read makes me smile and giggle and remember being pregnant with Bean and then I pat my big ol’ belly and eat another Twinkie.
Pregnancy does have it’s perks.
It is now officially 8:30pm. Way past New Guy’s bedtime. I’m signing off and heading to bed.
As soon as I finish this Twinkie.