Over the weekend Mike, Drew and I all managed to end up sick. Not good times. To make it even worse I went three nights with no more than three hours of sleep. Let's just say I was about to pull my hair out. I don't know if I've ever been that exhausted. The problem? Our bed. For the next three months I'll be sleeping on the couch. Our bed is way too soft for my pregnant ass and my back is suffering. I hate sleeping on the couch! Can't believe that I have to do that for three more months! On the bright side, my back is no longer hurting and I don't have to listen to Mike's snoring. (Good thing he doesn't read my blog. He might not like the fact that I've mentioned his snoring twice is such a short time span!)
On a funny note, Drew and Mike think it's hilarious to now call me "meatball". Ha ha. If Drew didn't think it was so funny I might be a little offended. I'm willing to be the brunt of the joke just to hear that silly little giggle of his! Drew also told me today when I was playing with him on the floor that he would have to help me up because I'm too big to get up by myself. He then got behind me and pushed on my back while letting out a tough guy grunt.
Only three more months and the "chubby" jokes can (hopefully) come to a stop and we finally get to meet this little guy! I'm so looking forward to it!