It's 4:45 AM, What Are YOU Doing??

It's 4:30 (AM).  I have been up since 2:00 (AM).  I am supposed to wake up at 6:30 (AM) for work.  Yaaaaaay.....

Jack woke up around 2:00 trying to get into bed with me and when I told him to get into his own bed (which is RIGHT. NEXT. TO. OUR. BED.)...well...it all went downhill from there.  "I neeeeeed Daddy!" he screamed (as in, actually screaming at the top of his lungs).  See, he knows better...sad to say it, but six-month-pregnant-mama isn't likely to get out of bed in the wee hours of the morning unless the house is on fire (or there's a scorpion in our bed) and Jack knows this.

So Daddy got up.  Carried him all around the room, rocked him, bounced him, tried telling him stories...for about an hour.  Then I tried, but my technique is lacking (Me: "I'll hold you Jack, but I'm not getting out of bed because my back hurts" Jack: "Nooooooooooo!"). 

Finally - after nearly two hours of screaming and crying, he starts telling us his tummy hurts.  At this point I am wide awake (and thinking really unpleasant thoughts about the work day ahead, which involves an extra long commute and lots of being nice as we are putting on our annual charity golf tournament today).  I figure if his tummy really does hurt this bad, maybe a hot bath would help.  So I offer a hot bath and within seconds Jack is chattering away about his "special night time bath".

So, the good news is, it worked.  He stopped crying and cheered up and even let loose a few pretty man-sized farts in the bath (so maybe it really was tummy trouble...??).

The bad news is...well, do I really even need to elaborate on that?  It's 4:45 AM!  I'm awake.  I'm watching Chuck's Big Air Dare.  I'm six and a half months pregnant.  I have to "wake up" in less than two hours so I can spend an hour and a half in the car driving to work.  I'm TIRED!!!! (I know, waaaaaaah waaaaaaah waaaaah...).

On the plus side, Charles is asleep (I sent him back to bed once I realized there was no chance of me going back to sleep) so I plan on taking a NAP when I get home.