14 (actually 13) weeks left...

It's late. But I can't sleep. The thing I hate most about being pregnant isn't the weight gain. It isn't stretch marks. It's the insomnia. I am so tired, but I cannot go to sleep for the life of me. Not to mention I hit my head on the sink and have a screaming headache and honestly, I'm a little frightened to go to sleep. I think I'm fine. Just a little goose egg.

This weekend was really great. I got to hang out with my guys all weekend. Smasher was absolutely wonderful all weekend and just played and played. Yesterday we went out to BWW for lunch and to get out of the house for a little bit. We also just kinda ran around and did some other stuff, although I can't remember what exactly. Oh well. Smasher was so exhausted when we got home at 3 that he and The Hubby took a nap for a while while I just goofed off around the house. Then I got my favorite, Mexican Shrimp Cocktail for dinner. It's the only thing I've really craved during this pregnancy. With Smasher it was always cheese fries as my friends probably remember. Or even the Callahan's Chicken Nachos. Maybe 8 will enjoy Mexican as much as I do. Smasher's a fan of the white queso. I actually feel asleep fairly early last night. Probably around 10.The Hubby stayed up until4 playing some stupid internet game called Neflaria. Today was great because except for a quick trip to the store, none of us left the house at all. We had the best intentions of going to church this morning but I didn't feel too great and Smasher had a slight fever and that "I don't feel wonderful," look in his eyes. I gave him a bottle and he went to sleep for about another hour and woke up feeling wonderful. We just kind of played all day. It was wonderful. I needed a nap this afternoon so while I was asleep on the couch, he quietly played in his room with The Hubby nearby. I woke up around 6 to The Hubby telling me I had to come see the cutest thing in the world. So, I walked into Smasher's room to find him curled up on his coat with a sippy cup of water next to him, completely passed out. The kid heard us snickering and so decided it was time to wake up after his 10 minute nap. Oh well. It was time for dinner anyway. But as soon as wee were done, he was ready for bed, so off he went. I started making lasagna from my mom's recipe. I'm not sure what I did but it turned out extremely runny. It was good. The flavor was really great. I'm just not sure where I went wrong. Hmmm...have to figure it out for next time.

Well, Friday is my birthday. I'm not too excited about 25. I don't know what it is, but I just can't see myself as being 25 years-old. I'm accepting gifts though, so bring it on. Hint: I NEED a prenatal massage!

(Just kidding. I don't want presents. Just friends.) Not sure what the plans are yet. The Hubby has to work until 8:00 Friday night so maybe I'll see if anyone wants to go grab dinner. We're talking about going to this amazing German restaurant in Waynoka Saturday night but I just don't know yet. I like how my life revolves around food, or so it would seem...hmmm...

So, for now, auf wiedersehen.