Or is that ketchup?  Or catsup?  (Do ya think that maybe I didn’t get such great sleep last night?  The delirium!)

Have you ever yawned and burped at the same time?  I did.  The other night.  It was really weird.  I wouldn’t have thought it physically possible, but there you have it.  Such is the wonder of pregnancy.

“LOST” is so freakin’ cool.  It drives me crazy.  I’m so confused all the time.  I truly wouldn’t have it any other way.  I love how they’re just constantly amping up the action so far this season.  It’s really building up towards a boiling point.  I hope that a) the writers don’t drop the ball and come up with some incredibly lame climax and b) that we are denied the climax (lame or not) because of this friggin’ writer’s strike.  I’m SO over it, I don’t know about you.

I feel pretty cruddy this morning.  Let’s see, it’s almost been an entire week since I went out and about and totally overdid it. So wouldn’t you expect me to be all rested up and raring to go today?  And maybe I would have been, but we went out last night.  We had dinner at Chili’s and then cruised Walmart a little bit.  Still, I wasn’t feeling that great before we left the house either.  What the HECK.  I’ve taken it about as easy as you CAN take it this week without committing to full bedrest.  I’ve drank gallons upon gallons of water and sat with my feet up every moment I could.  One has to start wondering: When am I going to snap out of this whole thing?  And the first person who says “oh, about six weeks from now” gets my foot up their rear.

I’m so excited to get the new bed.  I imagine the first morning I wake up after sleeping on it, I will be greeted with songbirds outside my window, sunshine pouring in and a chorus of angels singing “Hallelujah” over my head.  Anything less than that, and I’m liable to be pretty disappointed.  Seriously though.  I woke up this morning and felt like a pretzel.  A very sore pretzel.  The whole night was a jumble of flips and flops and moans and groans.  Gah.  Let’s not talk about my poor back, mmkay?

And praise be to all that is holy that today is a Friday.  I’m so ready for the weekend that I could just about cry.  I don’t know why the weekend will be so much better than the week (save for maybe getting the aforementioned bed).  But it surely can’t be any worse.  Right?  (Please say, “Right.”)  At the very least there will be a little more sleeping in (sadly, these days 8 am qualifies as sleeping in), some yummy breakfasts and some being lazy as well as some trips out and about.  Anything is better than the mind-sucking monotony that makes up my daily life.

(aren’t I a lovely little ray of sunshine this morning?)

Anyhow.  I do know one thing.  I’m not going to go shopping for new sheets at Walmart.  I looked there last night and was appalled by their complete lack of anything that would look remotely decent on my new bed.  How is it that they think 375 thread count makes a really luxurious Egyptian cotton sheet set?  What definition of “luxury” are they using?  Cuz it obviously sucks.