Zzzzz's

This morning, as usual, I woke up feeling like a bus had run me over. We had a relaxing day yesterday, except for the fact that we got locked out of our apartment for a few hours. We have been having trouble with our door for a couple of days and yesterday, when we went out to get some yummy cakes and other necessities, we couldn't get back in. Despite the fact that we've now had it up to 'here' with this building, being on our bustly little street in Bogota, we found a locksmith within 5 minutes who then took just an hour to break into our home. It turns out our rusty, wobbly lock was a little more secure than we thought. Anyway, as it rained most of yesterday we caught up on the next couple of episodes of Season Five 24, and Steve enjoyed highlights of the NFL Draft and the Celtics game last night. While we're all about when in Rome doing as the Romans do, he hates the fact all is favorite sports are in Spanish. I guess a lot about Long, Youk and Big Baby gets lost in translation. We went out for a walk in the drizzle and stumbled upon a peso palace, our dollar store. I bought a tape measure. Never really needed one before, but it's always nice for a girl to know her widest point is 40 inches. Yikes. And it stinks having a tall and slim husband! Still, I am so amazed at Baby D's sudden strength and growth and though he/she didn't succeed in kicking in our front door for us, I am quite sure we have something of an athlete in there. Steve says no to synchronized swimmers, though.
I spent most of my life sleeping boca abajo with no pillows, but now I require 5, mininum. With two, I set up a little mountainous valley and try to balance in between (this is as close as I'm getting to a hike these days), with another two I set up a peak for my head, and with the last one, I put it between my knees. It's quite amusing, apparently, and thankfully Steve doesn't mind the national monument between his baby and him. I've never thought myself so finicky, but sleep has been my greatest challenge. This is the only way I seem to be able to muster even an hours snooze, before getting up to empty the bladder than junior seems to love to kick! Some mornings when I get out of bed, with a full bladder and chubby bunny sitting on it, I wonder if this is one one-hundredth of what I'll feel like after labor. It really is hard to move. For our next pregnancy, I plan on having us an actual mattress to sleep on!
I mentioned shopping for cakes. These past few weeks, I've been craving sweet things in an unbelievable way. Granted, I come from a womb that when given a kilo of Starbursts for Christmas, eats all of them in one sitting, at least until her fingers numb to the opening of the wrappers, but suddenly no meal is complete without a little chocolate or sweet to seal the deal. I never even really liked chocolate that much. Anyway, I'm trying to eat lots of fruit and veggies, oh and fiber, as we know what that's good for...but it's hard to resist the sugar and spice and everything nice. Could this mean we are having a girl?
But stop-press, I've just learned Mummy now thinks we're having a boy!