i'm not sleeping much anymore.
i'm up until the night turns into tomorrow and awake again just as the sun is starting to rise. and i don't know what to do with myself so i...
pick up the clutter.
wash the dishes.
check in with instagram, email, facebook.
watch the dateline E! story on tom and katie.
invite easton to cuddle with me on the couch.
i woke up the other night at 3am because my arm was burning. a bug bite me/stung me/scared the shit out of me. it was burning and a rash was spreading. there were little bumps surrounding a bigger bump and the baby was moving a lot and i thought we were both going to die. so i woke up the hank and made him google black widow bites and dangerous pregnant reactions while i sobbed next to him and tore the bed apart to find the culprit. (i didn't find him/her, btw)
these are the actions of a tired woman.
it's still burns but i'm alive and the rash is gone so i'm trying to stay
though not sane enough not to show you...