Sure, I'm uncomfortable. There's are parts of my body that feel like they are falling out, when that's, of course, impossible. (It is IMPOSSIBLE, isn't it?) My belly is too big. I physically cannot sleep on it, or on either side as it falls over and gets in the way, or on my back, because I cannot breath that way. I have contractions sometimes...4 or 5 have woke me from a sound sleep in the last few nights.
But that's not the problem.
My mind. My mind is the troublemaker. It won't go to sleep.
I went to bed (finally) at 1 a.m., woke at 6:45 a.m. I just tried to nap (while Ander is napping). I managed 30 restless minutes. My body is tired, but my mind is not.
In honor of the not sleeping (and a deadline), I prepared my docket for my substitute in juvenile court. (That took 3 hours!) Another mommy trades covering maternity leave with me. I do her juvenile court for her maternity leaves and she does mine. It works out great. I also prepared a box of work (filing and such) to send to Rach B. at the office, when she returns on Tuesday (ish, depending on the hurricane). And I called my doctor for a refill on a prescription, called Rach B. to move the electronics in my office to higher ground (bless her, she's going in on maternity leave to do it) in anticipation of storm flooding, and paid my office electric bill. I called all of my clients who've called recently back.
I ate some cookies. I'm not supposed to. :(
I am bored out of my skull.
Etcetera.
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I feel the same way... I can't sleep for the list of things to do that keeps getting longer and that I cannot help with. But it's going to get better (isn't it?)
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