Tuesday

This is only the second time since the 27th of March, when I decided to write a little post for every day in the month leading to the birth, that I really haven't felt like writing.  I have nothing to say, nothing at all.

We woke up after an icky night of Sam wheezing and sleeping between us.
I was up by 5:30 with anxiety and Sam just pretty much got up with me.
The two of us went into the livingroom to give David some more sleep time.
I folded and put away two loads of laundry and Samuel watched cartoons and ate leftover pizza for breakfast.
This lasted about two hours, and then David got up.
We decided that I would postpone going to work right away and we'd go grocery shopping.
Instead I fell asleep for two hours.
Then got up again.
And we all walked to the store, bought groceries, stayed relatively around budget and came home.
The walk tired me out.
Ate lunch, put Samuel down for a nap, went to work.
Did stuff.
Taught my replacement the ropes.
Came home.
Ate food prepared by my wonderful husband.
Talked to my brother in law.
Remembered I needed to write a blog post.

And since Samuel sounds like he's woken up, and David is in our room comforting him, I don't want to interrupt because it means I'll be called into duty to nurse again, and I'm too tired to nurse, so I'm avoiding the bedroom until everyone is once more asleep.

And that's it.