Exhaustion

does not even begin to cover it.

The number of hours of peaceful slumber last night was dramatically outstripped by the numbers of delirious semi-consciousness. There seemed to be one issue after the next. It just never ended. And now I am wearing more cream cheese on my face than what went down my throat, owing to the fact that I can barely keep my eyes open.

Bobby had owies. Lots of them. Sure, I could not see them. Sure, I could not feel them. Sure, they may very well have just been a ploy to keep me awake and with him. But gosh darn it, he had them, and he let me know about each and every one. At around 0300, we let him come to bed with us - the beginning of an hour of coughing and throwing his little arm over my face to "pat me to sleep".

And, then, if I should by chance slip off to sleep, I was barraged by the famed "pregnancy dreams". Oh. My. Goodness. I just wanted to sleep, but instead my subconscious engaged in a sporting round of "dreaming of the past, the future, and a really weird present". Enough already, and just let me have a normal flying dream!

Well, with that, I am going to conk. Maybe even before I reach the bed. Hopefully I can make it that far.

~Cherlyn

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