It’s 3 2 am I must be lonely.

I can’t sleep. I hate it when I can’t sleep. Especially when I am tired, and yet I can’t turn off my legs. RLS and pregnancy really don’t mix. Maybe they do. Maybe it is just the RLS drugs and pregnancy don’t mix. Whatever the case may be, I can’t sleep.

We went to the beach last weekend. It was absolutely lovely. Not too hot. Not too cold. And we got some Christmas shopping out of the way. I know, we’re freaks. However, we saw something that someone on our list would like and took the opportunity to pick it up instead of putting it off to do later. We’re organized like that. Hopefully it doesn’t come back to bite us. We did that last year and we now proudly display the item purchased in July for the following Christmas in our breakfast nook as the recipient bought one for herself in the interim.

But where was I? Ah, yes, the beach. After my grandparents passed away my dad decided to rent out their home as a vacation rental while the trust cleared whatever it is that trusts need to clear. Might as well make a little bank on the house while it just sits there. I was given pretty much free reign. Paint was easy. I knew I wanted something light and airy. Carpet was easier, just match the paint. Furniture was the easiest. I walked into the designer’s warehouse and just started pointing at things. Six minutes later I had furnished the entire house for just under $14k. It took her 45 minutes to write up the order and arrange for delivery. I sat in a recliner and basked in the afterglow.

So last weekend we took some friends and visited the house. David had never seen the finished product – only the painted walls with plastic sheeting covering everything. I think he was impressed.

Three of the five that joined us are under seventeen. I love hanging with these particular kids. They each have their own personalities, and yet they are all wonderful when it comes to how they interact with adults and I truly think of them as friends. They actually make conversation with adults and without being forced or rolling their eyes. Okay, there might have been some eye rolling at our car dancing, but whatever – they were in the backseat and I couldn’t see them. It was, however, heartwarming to see them “protect” me. I don’t think I lifted a finger the entire time we were together. And they only laughed a little bit when I dropped something on the floor and couldn’t bend over far enough to pick it back up again.

There was beach walking and stone collecting. There was a visit to the kitty cat shelter to play with all of the kitties. There was lots of food. I mentioned the shopping above. And there was a lot of sitting around reading books or just chatting. Seriously, my kind of vacation.

This week I have my three-hour glucose test. Yes, I failed the one-hour test. Miserably. Bad enough that my doctor actually called me in Minnesota to let me know to take it as soon as I get back. So Wednesday it is. And some liver function tests because I’ve got some weird thing going on with wee red dots that started out contained around my neckline, but is now down my torso, front and back, and my arms. Those women on television who make pregnancy look glamorous are big, fat liars. I’m just saying.

I think David felt the Pinenut wiggle tonight. He says he felt something, but he doesn’t think it was the baby. I then pointed out that the baby hiccupped exactly when he thought he felt him. He isn’t entirely convinced. I think he has different expectations that what it actually feels like. Whatever the case may be, I think David felt the Pinenut wiggle tonight.

Tomorrow I am going over to my friend Kara’s house to start on the Pinenut’s bedding. We hated everything we saw in terms of crib sets in the stores so I’m going my own way. This way he has different textures. I’m a big fan of textures. So it goes to show that he will be a big fan of textures, right? He may not have my eyes or my adorable feet, but he will inherit my love of color and textures. Anyway. One side will be flannel and the other will be velvet and cotton. Very, very soft. And they are in such non-traditional colors that I could squee with delight. A chocolate brown that looks like it has been mixed with some cinnamon, a deep cranberry red, and ivory. It will be delightful!

Know what else will be delightful? If I go curl back up in bed and actually fall asleep. Wish me luck!