August 27th, 2005

A Pocket Full of Murder

Worst. Night. Ever.

If you think this blog is going to alternate between whining complaints and descriptions of coping mechanisms until the baby comes, well... you might just be right.

Anyway, last night I went to bed at 9:30, being virtuously tired after the day's work, only to find that I couldn't get to sleep at all until about 1:30 a.m. After which point I awakened every hour on the half hour, thanks to hot swollen feet, leg cramps and tremors, intermittent nausea, and a really irritating kids' song called "(Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring) Bananaphone"* running through my head. And since those are the only two words of the song I know and I only know two lines of the music, you may be able to imagine just how irritating it was...

(Oh heaven help us, there is a flash animation to this song. With the ubiquitous badgers, even. Shoot me now.)

Anyway, like I said, awful night. If I'm going to be up every hour I at least want a hungry baby to justify it, kthxbai...

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* I have just found out that the original perpetrator of this musical monstrosity is, in fact, Raffi. I knew it! Betrayed by a fellow Canadian, no less.