feeling a bit fussy

I think little Jesse is nervous about the new baby because he’s been up in the night, wanting to sit with me a lot, cuddling with me a lot…

And doing his very best to lay or sit right on my protruding belly.
It’s not comfortable.

Last night, after numerous unsuccessful attempts to keep me awake and holding him, he snuck into my room and climbed in bed beside me without making a peep.  I don’t know how long he was there but when I woke up to use the bathroom, I noticed him upside down, feet in my face, with his head towards the bottom of the bed and his butt in the air on the very edge of the bed.

It was adorable.
I took him back into his room anyway.

Then he tried again a couple hours later.  This time he tried Daddy’s side of the bed.  Ryan sleeps like the dead and didn’t notice that Jesse was there until he tried to roll over in his sleep and was stopped by a large lump of 2 year old.  Not exactly the safest scenario.  At least Jesse is a big boy.  As hard as it was to not just let him stay where he was, he had to go back to his own bed.

And I’m tired. 

My house is a mess and I don’t even care. What happened to nesting?
Okay, I do care.  I don’t even want to look at it all because it makes me cringe.  I just have no energy to make the mess go away.  I’m hanging out in my room right now because it’s clean.

Kind of.

I’m complaining.  I know it and right now I’m okay with it.  I’m too tired to try to figure out how not to complain. 
Don’t worry though.  This whiny stage was totally expected and is a completely normal part of my last month of pregnancy.  I sorta become a baby myself while waiting for the baby to arrive. 
There is nothing to repair.  Nothing that can be made better.  It’s just a waiting game.

It’s so completely temporary and so completely worth it. I know that and it does bring relief.

And I have to say that using my blog this go around to vent to all you gals who know what it’s like has been quite helpful.  Less grumble-grumble is getting escaping my actual lips, which is good for my family and good for me.

Hush, now, Ryan.  

Actually, taking the time to write the little annoyances out is a little theraputic in a way. 

I’ll try to come up with something a little less disagreeable for my next post.  But for right now, I have to go – nature is calling.

Again.

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