Yeah I'm still here
A few weeks in Florida's been nice. Gina's three months along (gasp, did I tell my family? No? OH MY GOD WE'RE ALL GOING TO EXPLODE!) and starting to sleep and eat more often. She doesn't pee as much as I was expecting but that'll get worse I guess..
I haven't been sleeping so hot, though. I mean, I get to sleep and all but it's been the same for about six months. I can't stay asleep and I'm trying to deny any insomnia blame I might get. Some people said I need to read more, or relax. Others suggest medication. I really don't want to do either, and I don't feel un-relaxed. I do dream, though, which means I eventually hit REM. I'm not worried if I get to that point.. if I stop dreaming then I'll feel like I should do something about it.
My dreams are usually normal. They include some hot scene or a drive in a great car, playing drums in front of a large crowd.. Last night was odd, though.
I was back home and a few years younger. This alone I didn't like, and I really wished I had woken up right there. It was night, and we were on east side.. Don't ask how I know, but I do. Anyway, after a lot of random and useless BS, I'm just standing in the background while someone explains to me that everyone's dead. I panic, and run, and find myself -- how's this for odd? -- in the middle of a Catholic church abbey, with this nun chick telling me that my daughter ran away before I could get to her. I ran after her, hot and scared at this point, only to find out she was mad at me for abandoning her and that I may as well jump off a cliff or something. When I saw her face she was around 15 but I can't really tell you what she looked like.. I just got an impression. When I go back to find Gina, I get a package sent to me and yeah.. it was delivered to me in the parking lot for some idiot reason. It's a dream, so, whatever. But inside was one of her fingers, and I heard Gina scream before I woke up.
At this point I was sweating and tossing and I woke her up. She already knows the story but I wanted to see if I could bring any other details up before I went in for breakfast. I mean, Jesus.. I hate churches, and my friends are all alive.. Why the hell did I dream that?
Anyway, I am happy despite my sleeping patterns. Gina's doing a little more for herself now and I'm not catering AS much.. I panicked when I figured out she was pregnant and did everything I possibly could to let her rest but.. let's face it, she hates that sort of thing and I'm way too tired to keep it up much longer. The baby's healthy, according to doctor visits and what not. I could care less if they tell me the gender. The time to find out is coming up and I don't know if Gina's interested.. I could go either way. Tell me or don't.. doesn't bother me.
We've been packing up on baby things, so sending us stuff -- unless you feel you HAVE to -- isn't necessary, just so everyone knows.
I haven't been sleeping so hot, though. I mean, I get to sleep and all but it's been the same for about six months. I can't stay asleep and I'm trying to deny any insomnia blame I might get. Some people said I need to read more, or relax. Others suggest medication. I really don't want to do either, and I don't feel un-relaxed. I do dream, though, which means I eventually hit REM. I'm not worried if I get to that point.. if I stop dreaming then I'll feel like I should do something about it.
My dreams are usually normal. They include some hot scene or a drive in a great car, playing drums in front of a large crowd.. Last night was odd, though.
I was back home and a few years younger. This alone I didn't like, and I really wished I had woken up right there. It was night, and we were on east side.. Don't ask how I know, but I do. Anyway, after a lot of random and useless BS, I'm just standing in the background while someone explains to me that everyone's dead. I panic, and run, and find myself -- how's this for odd? -- in the middle of a Catholic church abbey, with this nun chick telling me that my daughter ran away before I could get to her. I ran after her, hot and scared at this point, only to find out she was mad at me for abandoning her and that I may as well jump off a cliff or something. When I saw her face she was around 15 but I can't really tell you what she looked like.. I just got an impression. When I go back to find Gina, I get a package sent to me and yeah.. it was delivered to me in the parking lot for some idiot reason. It's a dream, so, whatever. But inside was one of her fingers, and I heard Gina scream before I woke up.
At this point I was sweating and tossing and I woke her up. She already knows the story but I wanted to see if I could bring any other details up before I went in for breakfast. I mean, Jesus.. I hate churches, and my friends are all alive.. Why the hell did I dream that?
Anyway, I am happy despite my sleeping patterns. Gina's doing a little more for herself now and I'm not catering AS much.. I panicked when I figured out she was pregnant and did everything I possibly could to let her rest but.. let's face it, she hates that sort of thing and I'm way too tired to keep it up much longer. The baby's healthy, according to doctor visits and what not. I could care less if they tell me the gender. The time to find out is coming up and I don't know if Gina's interested.. I could go either way. Tell me or don't.. doesn't bother me.
We've been packing up on baby things, so sending us stuff -- unless you feel you HAVE to -- isn't necessary, just so everyone knows.