I am suffering insomnia with this baby. Did not do so with Izzy. Last night I laid down at 11:44. Finally dozed off around 1 or so. Couldn't sleep waiting for Izzy to join us, and thinking about Ben. Stupid pregnancy hormones. Awake at 4:14 due to baby dancing on bladder. Awake until 5:00 waiting on Izzy to join us, and worrying that he's dead since he's not in our bed yet. Know that if I go to check on him, he'll wake up for sure. Have nightmares. Wake up at 6:30 while Chris is carrying a crying Izzy and Snoopy baby down the hall. Try until 7:30 to get such child back to sleep. Get up because I'm starving at this point. So now I've had maybe 4 or 5 hours of broken sleep. Seriously, a 7 month pregnant woman needs a little sleep.
While eating breakfast this morning, Izzy reaches for my hand. I put it on the table and we play a little game where we try to hit each others moving hands with our fists. Then he takes both of his hands and studies the forefinger of my right hand very intently. He squints, then pretends to pinch something off of my fingernail. He then brings up the pretend pinch, held tightly between two fingers and his thumb and, continuing to squint, examines it about an inch from his face.
We're going to have good times today.
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