34 weeks, 2 days.
Given how I’m sure in future I will be working carefully to make sure Small Monster can get his naps in without being interrupted by noisy people, I have decided that my Small Monster needs to figure out how to put a sign on my belly which says, “Shhh… My Mama Monster needs to sleep!”, because, quite frankly, I am tired. I want a nap.
Now.
It doesn’t help that I get up early for German class only to get here and find out that it’s cancelled, but to be perfectly honest I could generally sleep anywhere at any time right now. Of course, I don’t sleep for long at a stretch anymore, but if you’re listening in there, Small Monster, if you could convince all these people to make up a napping mat and play some soft calming music for Mama to take a nap, she’d be eternally grateful, and maybe even consume some chocolate for you.
So tired… almost delirious. Guess it’s time to go home…


