Tired, but not too Tired

Last night, Ivy decided that sleeping was for the birds. At 1:30, she woke up, not really unhappy, just loud. And awake. Very, very awake. I stumbled from my bed to the couch in the living room where I collapsed in a heap to see if she would go back to sleep. It was there that I decided that the expression "tired to the bone" had to have first been applied to a pregnant woman. When Ivy persisted, I went up to her room, where she laughed and clapped her hands at my arrival. So sweet. Except NOT. BECAUSE IT WAS 1:30 IN THE MORNING.

I scooped her up and went to the loft where we spent a few minutes sitting together on the red couch. I love the red couch. It's small and comfortable and perfect for dozing with a baby wedged beside you. So I dozed, and Ivy played. She looked at books in the dark and talked to herself and laughed at the sound of her own voice echoing in a quiet house. I was so tired, so very tired, but I can't say I wasn't glad to have been there when unprompted, Ivy climbed up and kissed me square on the lips, for no other reason than because I'm her Mamma. And Mammas deserve to be loved.

I tried to remember as much when an hour later, Ivy was awake again. And then an hour after that, when she was awake. AGAIN. I don't know what came over her. But I do know we're both tired. But then, these days, it doesn't take much for me to be tired. I sleep nine hours and by 3 PM, I'm still struggling to keep my eyes open. I'm good with it. Sleeping is fun, even though it's putting a massive kink in my writing schedule. Sigh. I'm 20,000 words into my next novel... a little less than a 1/4 of the way through. My goal was to send it to my editor for review by the end of the year. Um, not so sure that can happen now. Maybe by the time the baby is born?

Know what else I'm a little bummed about? LDStorymakers, a writing conference I was bound and determined to attend next Spring, will most likely coincide with baby number 6's arrival. Maybe it'll be late, late, late in April and I'll still be able to attend? With a teeny tiny baby along with me? Not sure they've announced dates yet... I'm keeping my fingers crossed it'll still work. If not, I'll keep reminding myself there is a time and a season for all things and I will, one day, have more time to write. Until then, I'm fully determined to enjoy this season of babies and blessings and middle of the night spontaneous kisses. A girl can't be tired forever, (She can't, can she? Might need a little validation here...) and tired or no, it's always worth it. (And it always will be, yes? Maybe could use a little more validation here.)

See how hard I'm trying to NOT look tired? Oh, and also, Sam got glasses last week. He's a little farsighted, and was getting headaches when reading. His glasses? They've taken my love for him to an all new level.