'...it's Donald's birthday!'
My energy has gone. All I feel like doing is sleeping.... and napping. These activities even take precedence over eating (if you can believe it). So, so tired. Who knew making another human being took so much out of you?
I can't believe my mom went to Disneyland at this point in her pregnancy with Sarrah. What was my dad thinking? Although, I think that's when it was Donald's birthday and one of the best Disneyland trips ever. 'Happy Birthday, it's Donald's birthday! Happy Birthday, it's Donald's birthday!' (Ah, repetition is a blast when you're three years old.)
I had a dream last night that James was born. I didn't get to see him, but remember them sewing me up after it was all over. I also remember leaving him in the stroller at one point. It upset me so much because I wanted to just be with him and shouldn't have left him in the stroller, but I needed to for some reason? Something about a bad guy being around and if I left James in the stroller and away from me, he was safe.
Strange, I know.
You want to know what feels even weirder? Having a 'nesting' phase with nothing to do. Most of you know that my mom keeps a very tidy house and that my things are either in storage or crammed neatly in my room. I want to prepare for James' arrival, but I have nothing to do! Everything has been done for me. I'm so glad Michelle gave me a project to work on (although, it's really challenging). Otherwise, I would go nuts.
I'll take a picture when I'm finished. Maybe tomorrow when I take my 9 month shot!
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