Up at 7am on a Saturday

This is indefinitely the first time in months I am wide awake at 7am on Saturday. I managed to muscle out a mini 20 minute work out at the gym last night, oblivious but somewhat aware that the gym closed early on Friday night. I still went and by the time I used the bathroom (a must before any work out, even if I went 10 minutes before) stretched and hopped on a machine, I hear on the intercom: "the gym will be closing in 25 minutes." So, I pumped it out and gave it my all with my own pregnant safe interval workout. I made it home in record time to be greeted by my two love bugs and tried my hardest not to be tempted by any food since I ate my dinner and dessert prior. I did in fact drink a lot of water to fill that proverbial void I am coming to realize most of my intake is , since I didn't remember drinking my daily dose. I watched some YouTube videos on a new tag I came across called, "The Baby Tag" which basically pulls together all the most pertinent information a new mom like me would appreciate knowing before I go and buy every baby item that I can do without. I slowly felt my eyelids feel heavy and passed out with the TV on which has become a new thing to block out the ticking of this clock in the living room that drives me mad as I try to drift into my REM sleep. Moments later I am awoken by this insane pressure, urging me to go to the bathroom, I guess that water decided to relieve itself quicker then I expected. Ten minutes later this occurrence repeated itself, again ten minutes later, and then twenty minutes later. Finally asleep by 1 am and in shock of how many times I just had to get up, which has begun to pose a challenge each time. I realized I don't feel as big as my reflection shows or the pictures reveal. I still feel pretty mobile, which is great as I welcome my 29th week of this adventure.

I was initially awoken by the pitter patter of little paws, I immediately assumed it was Dante needing to relieve himself but it was Vinny. I invited him under the blankets and noticed his left eye was shut as his left eye was doing all the work. I got up with mom instinct which is consuming me and put some eye drops in there to possible alleviate whatever was going on. And, so I was up: made some coffee, prepared the boy's morning meal, picked up their morning presents and came to learn the only shows on TV are the infamous Saturday Morning Cartoons or infomercials. I began to think about what has possessed my pregnoid body to rise this early and thought why not write about it to just get it out of my head. My mom lie in her room sound asleep, despite my many trips to the bathroom, so I know she won't be up for a while. I adjust the heat, it was like an inferno in here, ironically I am usually cold but perhaps this pregnancy has begun to play with my internal temperature as the newest gift kicks in feeling hot. Ah well I feel good right now, I am guessing it was my mini work out, just proving that even twenty minutes of light exercise can jump start your morning. Or it's the practice I will soon be living being awoken to tend to my new baby girl. Either way I was not going back to bed, at least not right away.

The alarm I set for 7:45am just went off, I guess last night I had some intentions of getting up earlier then the 10am I am usually more accustomed to. My dogs have already made themselves nice and comfy under their covers realizing I am not crawling back to bed, their bellies full of food, their bowels relieved- that's all they care for this early. As long as they don't see Mom up and about they know they are set to just be dogs.