Flipper

Can't. Seem. To. Keep. Up. With. Blog.
Want to hear my schedule lately? I know you do...
Out all day with kids.
Home near dinner time, try to get something together by 6:30 so we all don't collapse, but it frequently is more like 7:00.
Sink into deep, happy sleep by 9:00.
Up by midnight or 1:00 or 2:00 to pee. Then have to have snacks and drinks and use computer. Then can't go back to sleep until crazy, middle of the night hours.
Then Jonah is staring at me from 2 inches away by 8:00, wondering why I am still tired.
Ugh.
This baby inside me is by a mile the most active of my three, at least in utero. I am a little worried about what this might mean for say, 6 months from now. Or even a year or two from now. It literally feels like it is doing flips and rearranging my internal organs. I don't at all remember this from the other two. It also stubbornly refuses to sleep at night--I think we have a serious case of night/day reversal going on. Brett says we should move to another time zone and trick it...maybe that would work? I think it is so lulled by our constant motion during the day that it is rocked happily to sleep in its little watery world. Then when I lie down it is like "Who turned off the rocking chair?" so it has to create its own movement. Which is fine, and I do remember the others doing that for a little while, like maybe 10 minutes then going back to sleep. This one keeps it up for hours! And I can feel it rotating and turning every which way. Sometimes it makes me gasp--it doesn't hurt, it just feels like it is rearranging the house or tumbling. Such a strange sensation.
The weather has been so much warmer this week--the snow is gone, the sunshine is intermittently out and it has been lovely to spend time outside and to see spring starting to peek through.
I know I owe you some pictures...have been repeatedly asked for baby belly photos. Will work on that soon.
Kids are doing well--Jonah is going through a crying phase, which in my opinion is infinitely better than an angry phase (which is where we were the past 2 years), but it is unsettling at first when he bursts into tears at the littlest thing. So much easier to comfort someone though then dodge the plastic golf club they are wielding whenever they don't get their way. Maya's phase is more like a glimpse ahead to the teenage years--she wants to be alone more, and has her own ideas about how things should be.