Tryptophan.

So all night, I’ve sat and wished for either something to happen or something to stop, as I’ve dealt with contractions spanning every nine or ten minutes.  The severity waivers, but it’s definitely more than anything I’ve felt thus far. But nothing has happened.  They haven’t gotten closer together.  Just enough to exhaust me.

How do women with large families do this?  What’s wrong with the Duggar woman?  Does she have a death wish?

We have The Boy tonight and part of tomorrow, so I’m trying hard to just stay silent and only close my eyes when they hit.  He’s already ramped up enough as it is: we had visitors tonight (John, Delle, and baby Matthew stopped by), he’s out of school for a full five days, and there’s a baby obviously set to make an appearance soon.  If he had any more to deal with in his seven year old head, I’m sure he’d drift off to some Bobby Fischer world.

Bryan’s just as excited, even if he has odd ways of showing it.  He created a delivery playlist and has just been DYING to play it. (Even though we’re clearly not delivering tonight.) It’s very sweet, all of the thought that he put into it (he thought of music I adore and had not considered), but at the moment, I’m all “Aww, how cute! Let’s hang that on the fridge” while I close my eyes and inhale every nine minutes.

(It’s playing as I type.) 

Edit: It’s now Thanksgiving.  

We did not score a Wii, as Bryan had hoped would happen.  He got to Kmart at 6:15 and was still 50th in line.  We’re not sure that they actually had ANY to give away.  How in the world does this happen..?  The system has been out for a YEAR.  It should not be hard to get one this year.  But no one is even getting them in stock.  Seriously.. if you have some inside info that would make a very pregnant woman very happy, email me the whens and wheres and how muchs.

I had contractions all night, but they were obviously not strong enough to wake me up.  It was funny, though, because for the first time in a long time I slept soundly enough to have very involved dreams.  Then, randomly throughout my dreams, someone that I HATE would show up.  In an Auburn cheerleader uniform.  She didn’t even have to speak; her just BEING there would get me so riled.  And I think those were my contractions. 

The Boy has been insanely clingy.  It’s been creeping back in for the last month or so, but this weekend has been straight up MEMEMEMEMEMEMEME.  I know we’re fixing to hit a big change, so this wasn’t unexpected, but still.. it makes me hella nervous about what’s about to happen.  And I’m not sure how to handle it now.  Part of me is like, “Give him the attention while he can still have it,” while the other part of me is like, “Best to tame that monster now and teach him to self-entertain”.  

Tryptophan.  Lots of tryptophan.