1. It is impossible to sleep anymore. Between the crazy dreams I have every night (every night since we got pregnant, I swear), getting up to pee, and finding it difficult to get comfortable, I ] feel like I've haven't had a decent night's sleep in forever. Confession: the majority of the time, I end up sleeping on my back. I know, I know. Before I was pregnant I always slept on my stomach. Obviously that's out of the question now. I've tried sleeping on my left side like a good pregnant lady, but despite a pile of strategically-placed pillows, it doesn't work for me. To make myself feel better, I did some research on sleeping on your back and found out that: it's really only a big deal if you're overweight, if it was really hurting me I would wake up, and if we were meant to not sleep on our backs when we were pregnant we would grow a hump there too!
2. The drama over daycare continues. According to the lady at the CDC on base, cloth diapers are a no-go there. I am used to the Air Force telling me what to do, but really?? I cannot believe that they care enough to dictate this. I wouldn't have minded so much if the lady hadn't been so mean about it. I'm getting really sick of being treated like some crazy hippy person. Anyways, I don't see how putting a cloth diaper in a wet bag is any more work than dropping it in the trash can, but whatever. The owner of the off-base daycare near my house said, "We haven't had anyone ask about those in the 15 years we've been in business," but that as long as the Health Department doesn't have a problem with it, they're fine with it. Awesome. Crisis likely averted.
3. What is it with the pregnancy police this week? I've been called out for drinking coffee (a. it was decaf, b. i'm allowed one cup anyway), dying my hair (foils, therefore it never touched my scalp, I had the okay, and anyways- your hair has no blood flow! duh), still running, eating a hot dog....good gosh! I need to develop some kind of repellent to spray on every morning.