Yeah I know, only 6 weeks away from meeting this thing inside of me that reminds me daily it is here. But asides from that excitement I think I have narrowed down the two things I can not wait to do. Feel free to judge me all you want.
1. I can not wait to sleep on my stomach. I am a stomach sleeper. I am the type of person that I can lay in bed all night tossing and turning, but the second I hit my stomach- I am out. Yep, not so much anymore. I go back and forth from left side to right side, the only reason I turn at all is the absolute numbness in my hips that turns into pain. I don't get it. If my hips are numb, how can that be painful. Then everytime I do turn it shakes the entire bed because it takes every ounce of energy to turn this stomach from one side to the other while in the middle of sleep induced confusion. My poor husband wakes up probably every time and doesn't even realize it. I also hate sleeping face to face, so if I have to turn and it would result in face to face sleeping, I wake him up and tell him he has to turn as well. I haven't gotten a complaint about it yet, but like I said, I think he is in a blissfull sleep coma and is completely unaware this is happening. Which in turn makes me bitter thinking, yep, sleep away...just keep sleeping. Continue to wake up refreshed. I dare you.
2. Judge me all you want, but I can not wait to crack open that first beer. Do you know how badly I would like to watch a Packer playoff game and just enjoy a beer? No, I do not think I am an alchoholic. Do I drink every time I watch a Packer game? Absolutely not. But the Packers in the playoffs, that deserves a toast of Miller Lite. It just does. Then to watch the beer commercials throughout the entire game. It is nothing but one big tease. And it is awful. And to be honest with you, I think my husband misses it as well. We have been discussing what we want to do for the game. He wants to head to a bar and watch the game. Make an event of it. I would love to do that as well, but I don't want to be the woman in the bar 8 and a half months pregnant, barely able to keep her eyes open drinking my O'Douls, just to prove I can still hang. The alternative is me sitting at home alone on a couch, watching the Packers in the playoffs, by myself. The alternative just does not seem fair. I know, I know, quit throwing myself a pity party....but come on, I think my husband can sit on the bench with me on this one...or is that me being a dramatic pregnant woman?