A couple days ago, I woke up and came downstairs right away as I could hear My Monkey Boy making noise. I was worried that he was climbing stuff in the kitchen trying to cook breakfast. Turns out he was just changing a cd. Phew!
My relief was short-lived when I found a frozen loaf of raisin bread on the counter and a big knife laying on top. I assumed he had used the knife to pry a piece off the loaf. I put some in the toaster and told him I was making toast for him. The toaster was unplugged so I had to plug it in. Strange.
Make it for Girly, he told me, he had toast already. What??!! Like cold bread or hot toast?? Hot toast. Okay then, he made himself toast. My next questions were why was the toaster unplugged and what was the big knife for. I had a bad feeling that I knew the answer already. He had used the knife to get the bread out of the toaster, but had thought to unplug the toaster first. Thank goodness!
At least half the week, he wakes up at some point, usually strips, and then crawls into bed with us. Once he crawls in, I have a very hard time getting back to sleep. I have written about it before and about my mixed feelings. I love to cuddle up in his warm little baby arms. But he should sleep in his own bed. I haven't slept through the night in the four months I have been pregnant.
Until last night. I slept through until just before Brent's alarm went off at 6:30. I didn't get up to pee or too dry because I was breathing through my mouth. (that has been many nights because I am now working through my fourth cold since January!) It was so amazing to wake up and feel rested. And no Monkey in my bed. Only problem with that being that he then gets up early, goes downstairs before I wake up and helps himself to food. This time it was a large bowl of canned fruit he found in the fridge that I then stepped in when I went downstairs. Ick!
Tomorrow I have an ultrasound and I am looking so forward to it. I will tell you all about it tomorrow night and maybe post a pic if I can get my scanner to work!