There is a mouse in our house. Tuesday night Jethro was patrolling the kitchen and watching behind the stove for a while and I thought something was up. So naturally I shut myself upstairs and texted Justin to check out the situation when he got home. He verified that yes, he did see a mouse, but Jethro chased it to the basement before he could catch it. So he set up some little (humane) traps and as far as we know it's still at large.
It started storming in the middle of the night last night. Between getting up to pee and being woken up by thunder, not much sleep was had. Around 4:30 a huge flash of lightning woke me up, and I realized that Justin wasn't in bed so of course I couldn't go back to sleep. (He had gone downstairs to shut a window that was left open and check the water situation in the basement) I finally fell asleep again around 5:30...and then my alarm went off at 5:45.
What kind of sick joke is it to pair insomnia with not being able to have caffeine?! All day I wished that I was nestled all snug in my bed, while visions of Mountain Dew danced in my head. Obviously keeping baby healthy is more important than my caffeine fix, but lemmejusttellya. It was rough.
On this week's episode of "What Madt the Pregnant Lady Cry", we have the song Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue by Toby Keith. What in the actual eff? I hadn't heard that song in years but a few days ago it came on while I was in the car and I was overcome with
I need some new show recommendations if you've got them. I'm cycling through Gilmore Girls again and while I'm okay with the fact that my baby will probably come out singing "Where you lead, I will follow...", I'm ready for something different.
It has been raining on and off all day and is supposed to storm through the night and all day tomorrow. If you need me I'll be curled up on the couch under a pile of blankets watching the Emmys on Hulu hiding from the mouse and mourning the days when I was able to sleep through the night.