It is miserable outside. It’s a cold, dreary, rainy day more appropriate to November than February. I hate February, so I guess it’s not so out of character for weather to be so depressing. But thunderstorms are in the forecast. Thunderstorms! Cold, winter thunderstorms. Does it get any bleaker than that?
Now that I’m waking several times in the night to pee (thanks, baby stepping on my bladder) it’s even more problematic that the Fiendling has been waking at night again. Last night, when boyfiend was on duty, he slept through, but the two nights prior he was up calling for me at 2 in the morning. I’m also having trouble falling asleep. There are just 3 weeks left in my second trimester and I still haven’t gotten the energy burst I’ve been hoping for. The weather is not making me feel any better.
It’s not all bad. There really are good things going on. I’m just not in the mood for sunshine and rainbows right now. I’d really like to get into bed and sleep for a few hours. Instead I’m going to get us dressed and head out to the playhouse in the pouring rain.
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