Happy Saturday, folks! I wish I could enjoy this moment more, but I maybe slept 3-4 hours last night and I am s-t-ruggling. Adam and I went to a 30th birthday party for a friend last night, and we had a great time. Got home at a decent time (around 11:45), watched the Pam & Jim wedding (again) because we're obsessed with The Office, and finally got into bed around 12:30. Since I am one of those people that has to fall asleep with the television on, I turned the channel to E! and hunkered down in my bed for some restful asleep. That was until my drunk husband kept tossing and turning in bed. You see, by now I know my husband well enough to see that if he's been drinking and he doesn't pass out when we go to bed, a puke is coming. So, I drift off to sleep for around 30 minutes, and wake up to Adam sitting on the edge of the bed talking about going to the bathroom. I said, "Baby, go to the bathroom." He's still sitting on our bed and says that he "can't find the doorknob." Rut-roh. That's when I knew that too much Corona Extra was consumed on a mostly empty stomach. Luckily, I turned on the light and he was able to make it to the bathroom in time. After that lovely episode, Adam went to sleep on the couch, and Sophie May and I stretched out in the bed finally hoping to get some rest. Nope. The terrible hearburn kicked in, and minutes ticked by. I turned on the TV (again!) and finally between 3 & 3:30 I fell asleep to the old eighties flick "St. Elmo's Fire." I tossed and turned until around 8 this morning, and finally decided to give up. I am definitely fixing to take a morning nap.
Adam and I are planning on getting the house "baby-ready" today. I'm talking moving furniture, rearranging furniture, moving electrical wires, and etc. And when I say that "we" are doing this, it's mostly just Adam and our friend, Bud who is our personal handy-man. Can't wait to see the outcome!
Hope everyone has a great Saturday!