39w5d.

I so badly wanted to go into labor before this week. It’s a busy week. I’m still working. I’m tired. I have bad insomnia, I’ve been up and moving since 4:30. My sweet husband (who doesn’t sleep well when I don’t sleep well) woke up at 6, spent half an hour comforting me and trying to get me to relax, and then he got up and made me breakfast in bed. 😭

I’m eating bacon and drinking coffee and watching Gilmore Girls in bed. Because my husband is the sweetest man. He said he’d get the kids going for the day and I can stay in bed as long as I want. I’m feeling both blessed and humbled (maybe a little guilty) and I keep hormonal crying.

I just needed to brag on my hubby. He deserves it.