It is 12:15AM. I am awake. My children will be waking me up in approximately seven hours, if I'm lucky. This is not good.
This evening I had a rehearsal for the spring season of the Anglican Chorale. The rehearsal lasted until nearly 9:30pm, which is definitely past my bedtime right now! Since I still had a 45-60 minute drive home, I got a cup of coffee (not decaf) in the interest of staying awake and alive on the way home. Usually I don't drink caffeine (particularly while pregnant) but this time it seemed warranted. Plus, it normally only affects me very slightly.
Not tonight. I have no idea why, but this time I have ended up with an erratic (and uncomfortable) heartrate, and utterly sleepless. I lay in bed for half an hour, got up and made a loaf of bread for the morning, then lay in bed for another hour, heart racing, mind racing, trying not to move so that Gabe could sleep.
As you can see, I have now given up. I'll check my email, complain bitterly to the world at large, and go try again.
Sigh. I am going to feel awful in the morning.