Misery

I just walked into my room and saw this and realized how pathetic I am at the moment. This to me is the portrait of misery.

Who just throws their tissues off to the side of the bed? Someone miserable. Okay, I hate to be a complainer but I had to take a picture of this to remind myself in the next month or two when I'm tired and up all night with a newborn how miserable I was on this day. This is my last week pregnant with a giant, I've now got pregnancy carpel tunnel in both arms, I eat tums like they're candy hearts, Dave started school yesterday so Knox and I are on our own, and after just bragging about how lucky I have been not to catch any of Knox's illnesses, I contracted the cold from hell that could easily be as bad as all 10 that I missed. Phew it's out, I feel better. Okay, I'm done whining.

Maybe this is TMI, but I have to share because it's too darn embarrassing/funny not to. Due to the extra large child taking up all my innards and a cold that has blocked both nostrils, I haven't been able to breathe. Like at all. So, I haven't been sleeping. I had some old Ambien from a long time ago and the doc told it was totally okay to take 1/2 of one to help me sleep. I've only taken Ambien during a particular time in my life and didn't have any crazy things happen like people talk about while taking it. So, I popped my Ambien, finished a few last minute things, and headed to bed. The next morning I woke up and checked my email and a sweet sister in the ward told me she would be happy to take Knox for me? I was so confused. And worried. And then panicked. I flipped through my outbox and saw that I had emailed her and told her I was in really bad shape and in need of someone to help me with Knox. Oh my gosh, I was so embarrassed! Never in a million years would I do that and couldn't remember at all writing it! How do you explain to someone you're grateful they're willing to help, but were totally under the influence of Ambien when you asked? It was a legit email, minus a few missed words here and there and a sentence or two that were completely a mess like this one...

"I'm worried a little physically with this terrible cold/chest thing that we may not make it together until next Sunday".

Worried physically? Make it together until Sunday? Sounds a little suspicious. Needless to say, the sweet lady still came and took Knox this morning, maybe because she was worried to leave him alone in my care! Even though I am still totally embarrassed, I am a tad grateful for my bold, Ambien-self that arranged for me to sleep all morning.

On another note, I must say it's been so cute to see Dave and Knox have some serious bonding time while they fend for each other. Dave has been begging me every night since about the time Knox was born to let him come sleep with us, which I keep explaining will never happen. Tiny bed = no room = no sleep. So, on his break Dave set-up the air mattress out in the family room and had a sleepover with Knox. And by sleepover, I mean they slept until 1:00am and then Dave had had enough. I've been trying to tell him it wasn't going to be what he had imagined in his head. Every time Knox even kind of stirred, he realized Dad was next to him and thought it was time to party!

Cute Dad right?