Sleepy

Neither Annika nor I got our full nap this morning, so I'm not very alert. But, I keep not wanting to write anything and I was already on the computer, here is my short, feeble attempt at an update.

Baby Boy is MOVING and so am I. I never had contractions, or at least not very noticeable ones, with Annika this early, so I've been unsettled by this. Of course, all my friends with children have no sympathy because they all had contractions for months before delivery. Nonetheless, I keep having dreams that he comes early and I'm taken by surprise and I'm in my house deciding frantically whether it would be easier to clean my bathroom floor or my kitchen floor from a home delivery, or if I should "treat" myself and just deliver in bed. Great dreams, huh?
I was uncomfortable and unhappy enough yesterday at church that instead of going to Sunday School, I went and slept in the nursing mothers lounge. Those rocking arm chairs are comfy.

Annika is in love with fish. She points and says, "shish, shish? wa-er?" At today's babysitter's house, (I had a doctor appt.), to her delight and surprise, they had a new fish tank with 4 fish. Apparently, she spent the majority of the 1 hour visit in front of the tank. I attribute this deep aquatic love to "The Little Mermaid" and to Dorothy, Elmo's pet goldfish.

Annika wasn't sleeping during a routine nap a few days ago and sounded rather plaintive. Because I had nearly left her in a pool of her own vomit a few weeks ago, I was not comfortable ignoring her cry. I went in and found her face covered in bright, red, wet blood. Covered. Yelling urgently for John to join me, I grabbed her in my arms trying to find the source and how she could possibly been injured this way, but it "happily" turned out to be just a really bloody nose. She wasn't in any pain, just really... bloody. I held her on my lap for a while after cleaning her up and we watched Elmo or something soothing and I like to say that it was just my maternal love, but it was also a teensy bit of reluctance to clean any new blood from my "white" carpet. (Who installs white, wall-to-wall carpet? Even if they are an older couple? They have feet and grandkids, so really. White?)
I say "white" because that is a relative term by now.

I post this next part because John doesn't read my blog. Hee-hee. Family, don't tell him.
We were in bed, reading our scriptures before sleeping and John was TIRED. He was reading and said something to the effect of, " something, something, the tenets of Roderigo. What? What did I just say? Roderigo?" I almost wet my pants laughing, and I probably almost induced premature labor laughing. We decided that Roderigo was probably the name of one of the lesser known heavenly messengers like Gabriel, etc.

Roderigo! I'm still laughing. But seriously, don't tell him!

Ok, I'm going to sleep now. Maybe Roderigo is our guardian angel and will assure safety and sweet dreams. Aaaah...still laughing.