Late night blogging

It's like the sound of a bowling ball . . . Jack getting up at night, that is.

We hear his door open, the sound of his footsteps barreling down the hallway, getting louder and louder as he approaches. And then there's the final, "CRASH!" as he hits the door and fumbles with the doorknob. He runs in and exclaims, "I waked up!"

Yep . . . we know.

One of the good things about sleeping on my side of the bed is that it's farthest from the door so he always goes to Kyle's side which makes him the one that takes him back to bed. Because let's face it, at this stage, rolling over and getting out of bed is a monumental task equal to what I would imagine farmers have to go through to "un-tip" their cows.

But if you know me, you know that once I'm awake, I'm awake. Pregnant, not pregnant, one hour of sleep or ten hours of sleep . . . if I fall asleep and I'm woken up all the way, I can't go back. Sometimes I lay in bed, half awake, debating whether it would be worse to have to hold it all night, or to get up, pee and have to be up for the rest of the night.

But then I remember that it's Saturday and that if I get up, I can spend the rest of the night watching infomercials on the Time Life 60's CDs and how to sell unused items on ebay. And who would pass up an opportunity like that?