Queen of Rambles

It seems I have a cold. Damn. I knew I’d get it when Mike started his sniffles, but I was hoping I’d somehow manage to get lucky and avoid it. I even ate a big ol’ pile of pineapple and strawberries to try to ward it off. I think I like shopping at Giant. They have a really great salad bar with pineapple and strawberries. I had real, fresh pineapple for the first time ever at Torapine’s pirate party and now I know what I’ve been missing out on my whole life. Everyone has always told me that if you eat fresh you’ll never want canned again. They were right.

My snot makes it difficult, but not impossible to sleep. It’s the noises that make it impossible to sleep. Why is it that noises that I wouldn’t even notice in middle of the day are suddenly the harbinger of doom in middle of the night? I’m not sure if tonight’s noises indicate an alien attack or a pack of moon-maddened werewolves, but I don’t think our little door with a single dead bolt lock is going to protect us from nasty beings who want to eat our flesh. I don’t know if the regular thumping of helicopters in the night sky is a good sign and they are attacking the aliens, or a bad sign because it means the aliens are attacking us.

We’ve had a recent death in the family, and it makes sleeping that much harder. My grandma bought a set of pillows when she moved to Oregon 47 years ago. They were the best pillows in the entire world. The best! Instead of being a big hunk of foam or batting, they were made up of little tiny chunks of foam. I’ve been using one of them since I was a little kid and have had to do many, many, many repairs on it over the years. This past month the foam somehow lost all its oooomph and instead of sleeping on the softest pillow in the world, I’ve been sleeping on a pile of pebbles that make me wake up with sore ears. I’ve had to use a more modern pillow that was made within the past five years and it’s been hard to get used to, though it doesn’t leave me with sore ears. No one needs sore ears. I will be mourning that pillow for a long, long time. I guess at the ripe old age f 31, it’s about time I bought myself a new pillow.

Now I just have sore hips when I wake up. In fact, that is the real reason I am up right now. The snot and the alien werewolves wouldn’t normally drive me out of bed, but the hip pain has prodded me to take a break from sleeping. I have a big body pillow that I thread around my body and it does help, but constant side sleeping when you’re this heavy with child is simply Not Fun. Sometimes I wake up on my back and my hips thank me, but then I can’t move and I can’t breathe and I panic. Thumper is such a fun little fetus! I hope I have at least five more kids! Seriously, how does that woman who has 15 kids do it?

Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m just a wimp. I really am. I don’t like pain, though Mike doesn’t believe me since I am always poking and prodding myself. You know, I hope Thumper doesn’t get a case of baby acne. How will I control my picking fingers? I’m a pimple-popper of the worst order. You have no idea how much self-control I needed when I taught high school. So much teen acne, so inappropriate for the teacher to lean over and pop a zit. I think dermatology was my calling.

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