Z battle.

The above photo has nothing to do with this post, but I think posts without any photos are boring....so, yeah. We went to another Blazer game a week ago, and I've put off putting up the photo....se here ya go. That's me at 33.5 weeks.

Now on to my real post/rant.

Sleeping is no longer something I look forward to, it has become a chore.
Although I yawn continuously throughout the day and am generally very tired, when we go to bed every night, I'm pretty much dreading the next 6 hours of my life. Actually, the hip pain doesn't really kick in until around 2 a.m....around when Sun comes home every night. So I sleep for about 3 hours, and then wake up from my hip hurting. I then attempt to roll over (which is much more difficult these days) without waking up Bryan (which is pretty much impossible these days). Then, after about another hour of fitful sleeping, the other hip starts to hurt, so the process is repeated....again and again until it's just not worth it anymore and I just get up. My goal is to make it until 6 or 7 a.m. before giving up.

Last night I made it to 12:30 a.m.

I was trying out a new technique with pillows, which in turn cut off the circulation to my feet, making them all tingly every 30 seconds. I was constantly fidgeting....I'm sure driving Bryan crazy....so I put on my robe and went downstairs to sleep on the couch and attempt to get some blood flowing back into my lower extremities. Around 2 a.m., Sun came home, surprised to see me on the couch....and I slept off and on until 7 a.m., when Bryan woke up and went to church and I crawled back in our bed and slept intermittently until 11 a.m.

Like I said...a chore.

I am already dreadfully behind on my sleep, and in less than 6 weeks (hopefully), I will have a crying alarm clock to attend to every two hours. Is this a cruel joke, God?

"Rejoice always, pray continually".....I think there's a reason why 1 Thessalonians 5 has these verses right next to each other. One cannot come without the other.