This insomnia bullshit is getting in the way of my best sleep. All I do is toss and turn all night trying to get comfortable. Doesn’t work. I can’t fall asleep fast enough and then I get too hot and have to turn again. On top of that, the baby is active a lot more when I’m laying down. While I love feeling him move, it makes it rather hard to get comfortable or fall asleep.
Life has been way too busy for me lately, time has been flying by so quickly, and I’m less than 11 weeks away from my due date. They say the last trimester goes by slowly, but there’s so much I have to get done that it feels like time has just been moving too quickly for me to enjoy it.
We’ve been living with my friend, B, for almost a month already, which is crazy to me. Time felt so weird when we were living with C’s friends. We were in this weird in between stage with them, and now that we’re here, we’re in crunch time really. I want to get our own place by September 1st. But it honestly doesn’t feel that far away anymore. We’re almost to August and my only hopeful prospect for a place was one that I looked at a couple hours ago.
I know I’ve been a little M.I.A. the last 2 months, and I’m sorry for falling off the grid. Life’s been kind of hectic to be honest. It’s like once I spent a week away with C, I started spending all of my time over at his place. And when I’m home? My mom is taking up my time. So between work, my mother, and C, I’ve had my hands full.
I feel like I have no time to write these days. I’ve been constantly on the go, or doing something this week. Between work, my mom, and C, the time in between is few and far between.
Okay, I did have some time this week, but I spent it playing Red Dead Redemption on my Xbox 360. I bought the game a week and a half ago and finally found time to play it. And… it’s addicting. I can’t believe I’ve never played it before. It’s a new addiction I don’t have time for.
Plan B officially has fucked up my cycle. It’s been a month, and after the random spotting I had for about 2 weeks after I took it, my period is officially late and I know it’s because of taking it. Never again. But because my period is late, I’ve been feeling hormonal lately and it downright sucks.
Honestly, I’ve just been crazy busy this last week. With everything going on, things have been all over the place. I’ve been an emotional wreck off and on. Work has been stressing me like crazy, and all my free time is being pulled by C and by my mother. My mother is like jealous of the fact I just want to be with C all the time.
Isn’t it crazy how things can go from 0-100 in 60 seconds? Monday night I had spent all evening and part of the night with C, and things were really great. We just keep moving forward. Then Tuesday night came around, and things got real harsh real fast.
That coffee body scrub I got in my ipsy bag? Simply amazing. It smells so good! And makes my skin feel so smooth. Too bad I only have maybe one more use out of it, such a shame.
I’m off today and tomorrow, same days as last week. I could get used to going back on this schedule – I just want something steady. I hate not knowing when my days off are. We lost a new cashier already, some kind of baby daddy drama and not enough time. Not sure entirely. We just lose people left and right anymore.
C and I working opposite schedules – it sucks. He’s working shifts like 4-1 or 4 to close, and I work mornings. So last night he gets himself to leave early, but early is 11:30 at night and I’m practically passing out so I tell him I’ll come over in the morning. Well, it’s the morning, and he’s not answering his phone or texts, which tells me one thing: he’s sleeping. And I just don’t want to go over there, try to knock or ring the doorbell, and have no one answer. So… I’m writing this entry instead. He works 3-11 tomorrow night, so if anything I’ll see him then. It’s just annoying trying to find time to spend together when our schedules clash like that.
One more month. I am just about officially one month away from vacation. And I’ve yet to bring it up to my mother. Whoops. Honestly, it’s mostly because I know she’ll get mad at first. She always does. “Why didn’t you invite me, too?” is what she’ll eventually ask. I love her, but like, come on? But just like a band-aid, I’m going to have to rip it off.