Well, so much for “sleeping while I can.”

1. It’s almost 4 in the morning. I still haven’t managed to fall asleep. Now I’m scrolling on my phone out of frustration. After venting, I’ll probably put my phone back down just to close my eyes because rest is at least better than nothing, I suppose.

2. My heartburn is unreal. It feels like my son is holding a blow torch and pointing it up in my throat.

3. He will not stop kicking. I’m not upset by that. It reassures me he’s as happy as a little clam. However, it is keeping me awake. And it makes me feel like he’s so happy that he has ZERO desire to make any moves on getting out of my body. If he could talk yet, I feel like he’s saying, “eh, the world is cool and all but it’s nicer in here, mom. I’m not coming out.”

4. That being said, despite being hopeful for potentially experiencing labor on my own, I’m being induced on Monday evening due to GD and I’m so excited to meet him, but my mind is absolutely spinning for a million and a half reasons. I’m not scared, but I am nervous.