Random Bubbles of Thought from a Pregnant Insomniac

I cannot sleep. Again. I am desperate enough now to put myself to sleep. Not like Old Yeller, but my OB suggested that every once in a while I could take a Benadryl and KO myself. I have only done it 2 times before in the last 7 months, and I am left to wonder which is worse- a small amount of a drug in my system, or another day/night without rest. Which is worse for my son.

Speaking of my son, I am shocked to learn that the cut-off date for "pre-term" labor and "full-term" labor is 37 weeks. I mean, I knew it, but never really thought about it. Until today. I ran out to my husband in a damned panic. "Do YOU think 9 weeks is a long time?" He knew what I was talking about."9 weeks and the baby could be here! Damn. An affair with Mickey Rourke would take at least 9 1/2!" He laughed. And then I was too tired to freak out anymore.

I must confess- I received a most unusual job offer today. It seems that someone I know runs a phone-sex company. They simply dispatch the calls to me, and I slip into character. I just found out, I had no idea that they did this. It seems they were worried how I would react. They actually suggested I do it before they fessed up to their secret income. No reaction from me, but an interesting idea. Should I consider this?

Speaking of advice and commentary, does no one read my blog, or does no one comment on it anymore? Boo-fuckin'-hoo.

And after last night, I am watching the National Weather Service site (rather cool) a little more closely. Last night, the sirens went off and we all packed up the basement with pets and candles, waiting to see how close we would come to dangerous skies. The closest tornado was about 10 miles away, which isn't close, but a tornado can cross that distance in no time at all. We should be getting more interesting weather tonight, and I just found out there was a touch down a mile or so from my hub's family. I heard a meteorologist speaking this morning that HE believes there will be a major burst over the weekend somewhere from Iowa, down to Arkansas, and over to Illinois and Kentucky. Of course he cannot pinpoint anything for sure, and I do not expect a meteorologist to be a gypsy fortune teller anyway.

Must sleep now. Or at least soon. Oh, by the way- here is the latest growth update on my son. As previously mentioned, I am 27 weeks pregnant.

One more thing...as you may have already noted: I am pregnant. "WE" are not. "WE" are expecting a wonderful, healthy, baby boy named Jackson Charles near the end of August. Until my hub suffers through swollen breasts, morning sickness, fat ankles, an expansive waist and ass, labor, hemmoroids, hot flashes, burning nipples, indescribable cravings, heartburn, leaky breasts,Braxton-Hicks contractions, fatigue, insomnia, narcolepsy, a lack of sex drive, nymphomania, labor, delivery, and a sudden love of coconut at 3am, "WE" ARE NOT PREGNANT.