So, I'm super tired. Which I usually am after Bible Study. Because I'm one of those people who is an extravert but who does NOT actually get "energized" via other people...go figure. But, Bible Study is always so awesome and exciting ( getting to see God work in people's lives is pretty much better than cupcakes...and we all know how much I love cupcakes) and therefore I'm always in this state of tiredness/excitedness that leaves my body confused about whether it wants to go directly to sleep or whether it wants to stay awake for hours and hours....
And so while laying in bed I will ponder why I have heart burn ( other than the baby that believes my ribs are some sort of toy to be punched and played with) I remembered the FRIED PICKLES that Brett and Tabitha and I ate this afternoon ( I mean, what better food to send Tabitha back to Canada in her stomach?!? )...that's right. Pickles. Fried.
Only in the South people, only in the South.
And speaking of the South it was well over 100 degrees outside at 7pm. And thus the contributing factor to why I had to take THREE SHOWERS yesterday. THREE.
However, our thermostat is set on 68 degrees. That's right, friends. 68. Its gloriously chilly in this house. And I suggest that those that come visit us for any length of time ( oooh, saaaay, a few days) should bring sweaters for themselves and blankets for their babies. Because I'm NOT TURNING IT UP FOR YOU. I love you and all, but honestly, I'm already taking three showers...I don't have time for any more.
It should also be mentioned that we now have LESS THAN A MONTH until Ransom is born. So now, pretty much everyday, I have a moment where I think about getting out books about feeding/sleeping/other infant related things that I need to know and don't know...and then I push it out of my mind because, I'm sad to admit, I'm scared that once I get out the books there will be no going back and I will finally know without a shadow of a doubt that I know NOTHING about babies.
And so I continue my procrastination.
In the end I may have several of my blog readers on constant speed dial once this baby comes because I am NOT GOING TO BE PREPARED!!
Which bodes the question: Why aren't there more MOM classes and less Birthing classes?!? I mean, birth is gonna happen whether I want it to or not! PARENTING on the other hand is TOTALLY not something that's just going to happen...*sigh*
Ok, this blog post is causing me to have more heartburn. Off to take more tums...