It's 3:40 am, early Tuesday morning. I've been up since almost 2:15. I know why I can't sleep... I'm just hoping I"ll get too tired to care about it anymore and just go back up to bed.

No sign of the stupid centipede. David actually came home for lunch yesterday (the first time since we moved here) to try to get rid of it. Apparently centipedes are to him what spiders are to me- hideous, evil little creatures that much be anhilated!

Guess I should go lay back down. This is one thing about pregnancy I can't stand.. getting up several times a night. I know a few of you think 2-3 times is bad enough. HA! I laugh at your "2-3 times"!! If it didn't sound painful and cause a scene, I'd have a catheter & matching bag already!

OH.. and this note is for men. If you have no intentions of eating dinner, be nice and SAY SOMETHING before your wife goes all out in the kitchen, m'kay?


It's now 4:20 am.. my Other Half will be up in an hour or so. Ugh. I feel sick to my stomach. At least the cat box is now clean.