And the moral is...

So, last night I got a whim of energy and wanted to clean up or out the closet in the bonus room. While this was thought to be a great idea at the time, I paid for it dearly soon after. My back, butt, legs, and pretty much my whole body was hurting within an hour. Kevin got home from school and I told him I had to take a bath or there was no way I was going to sleep. The sweet hubby that he is ran me a bath, lit the candles and turned on the heater. :-) I got in and melted to the tub. Though, everytime I get in I'm reminded how little that tub really is...or I'm just getting bigger by the day! HA Upon my exit from the tub I figured it wouldn't hurt to take a couple of Tylenol PM either so I popped two in my mouth and waited for the relief.

I fell asleep in the bed pretty quickly but soon awoke to needing to potty (usual occurence at night...blah). AND, when I wake up I usually can't get back to sleep these days. What's with that? I think I am just getting uncomfortable as I'm growing. Anyway, I tried for a while to get to sleep and then the cat (who is usually outside) jumped up on the bed and laid on top of me as he likes to do. I couldn't have that. These days I can't have anything touching me at night. So, I made my usual walk to the couch and tried to fall asleep again. hmmmm...laying there falling in and out of conscientiousness (boy those PM meds work!) I decided I needed something else. So, Raisen Bran Crunch it is. Opened the new box I just bought and had me some cereal at 1:30 in the morning. Boy was it good even though I was fighting to stay awake while eating it. I wanted some more but figured since my belly was a little full I should try to get back to sleep.

I suppose I went back to sleep for a while and then I was awakened by my daughters lullaby of momma, momma, momma. UGHHHHHH! Could I not just get a whole nights sleep? I finally managed to pick myself up (still in a medicated stupper) and go back to my bed, yes where the cat was but I didn't care at this point. I fell back into blissful sleep. Seven o' eight came way too soon this morning!

The moral of this story: Don't clean out the closet (moving stuff around) at 8:00 at almost 6 months pregnant!

I think I'm going back to bed until Brady wakes up...which will probably be as soon as my head hits the pillow.