insainia insomnia.

Sleep is a pastime, a sweet memory, a far cry from the life as I know it. The vicious cycle of dragging all day anticipating evening followed by nite, only to crawl into bed for the nightmare to begin. I swear I counted, in a mere hour, five trips to the bathroom. INSANITY. If that isn't enough ants are let loose under the skin causing the twist, turn, earthquake roll. The poor hub, I stare at him in envy with each gentle sleeping breath. Then the guilt sets in, the thought that my poor hub has to endure this annoyance nite after nite. I am up and down, huffing puffing, sad and just plain miserable. If my nite life is any indication on what is in store for mommy and daddy to be, oh how I pity there souls...strong pats on the back and a smile to get them through the next four to five months of there lives (hopefully, my first didn't start sleeping through the nite until she was FIVE, I got much luckier on my second go around).

At this point cute isn't an option, fancy eye shadows with funky glitter is replaced by Bobbi Brown's eye concealer.

via Nordstrom