Happy 3AM.

My new work game plan was to try to sleep from about nine in the morning until five or six, because that's eight hours and then I'd at least have the night to spend with Jason before I have to go to work at midnight.

I fell asleep at nine easily. But now it's about two in the afternoon. I woke up at one, and there was no convincing my body to go back to sleep. My body still frustratingly hasn't gotten the hint that sunny outside does not necessarily equal wakey wakey time. Unless of course it's my day off, and then I always have to force the message across.

So now I'm sitting in the living room, eating a microwaveable burrito with a cracker and peanut butter appetizer, watching strangers birth babies on A Baby Story. It's all a very surreal way to spend your three o'clock in the morning.

We're not going to Austin. But it turned out for the best. Jason still gets to do the job, just from Tennessee. He'll be flying down a lot to oversee it. I, however, don't have to worry about moving in between moving while pregnant, so that makes me happy and takes my stress level down a notch. Now we just have to find a new place to live here.

I've realized that I have, finally, gotten over my obsession with needing a cigarette. Just in case I wasn't entirely clear before, I did quit a long time ago. All the writing I've done since then about quitting has been about the still-daily struggle with the urge, and if you've ever been a smoker you know that just because you're not giving into the addiction it doesn't mean the battle is won. I realized at work this morning, after an even more stressful shift than usual, that I hadn't thought about cigarettes or how much easier the morning would be if I could just have one, and for that I was--and am--proud.

I will surely have a lot more to say this weekend. On Sunday, I'm going to Memphis with Jason. We're inevitably going to hang out with his always-drunk and rowdy friends while we're there, so I'm sure that will inspire lots of fun preggo-stories.

And on Saturday, the big event. After three months of ignoring wedding plans, my mom and I are going wedding dress shopping. We went in April, back when my stomach didn't pooch out in a burgeoning baby bump, and I of course fell in love with one way over our budget. Now, things have changed.

I just really need to pick out a dress before I get much bigger, right? It scares me to think I have no way to predict exactly what size I will be five months post-baby for our wedding. So I guess I'll have to settle for something relatively shapeless. Perhaps a white, crystal-studded burlap sack?

I can't wait to be the pregnant girl shopping for her wedding dress. Get ready.