It appears to be yet another sleepless night.  I can blame Brock for this one, however.

You would think I’d be so exhausted that I wouldn’t be able to open my eyes.  Brock and I got up around 8:30 this morning and started cleaning the house in preparation for the arrival of his parents.   They were coming over to help us clean the house.  There’s something wrong with the fact that our house was SO messy that we needed to clean it up before we could clean it.  But that was entirely the case.

We wrapped things up around 6 pm, and had cleaned straight through.  I’m not sure if this qualifies as ‘nesting’, but we kicked the crap out of every room in this house.  I am suddenly much less stressed out about bringing a newborn into this place.  There is still a little left to do – mostly putting things back where they need to go and laundry.  I can quite easily handle all of that myself. 

Brock went out to a ‘going away’ party for his buddy tonight.  He left at 6:30 pm.  He was only going to be gone ‘an hour or two.’  He strolled through our bedroom door at 1:58 am.  Not only does anger burn off the dregs of sleep, but having already been in bed since 10, my mind thought it was totally reasonable to remain awake.  Let it be known that I tried to stay up until when Brock SAID he would be home, as he hates coming home to a quiet, empty house. 

Beyond that, I spent some of my night looking up tricks to start labor.  Mostly what I found is that no matter what anyone says, there really is no proven way other than just patience.  I guess that makes it a little easier – knowing that it doesn’t matter what I do, he’s going to get here when he gets here.  The rest of the things I can do are mostly just to maintain my sanity. 

19 days until my due date is here. 

??? days until my baby is here.

I’m having patience, I promise. 

Wish me luck on getting a new job for when I return to work after the baby is here.  I need it!