Tempting the fates

I am deep in the throes of late-pregnancy.  My sleep is so interrupted at this point, that I am mananging to wake up nearly every hour on the hour at night.  I’d say half of those wakings are nature-related, but I’ve also been waking up with mind a-racing for the last week or so.  Maybe this is my body’s way of re-introducing me to the world of newborn-induced-sleep-deprivation.  I just wish my husband’s body came with a similar mechanism so I wouldn’t have to suffer alone.

Other than the sleep issues, I’m actually feeling pretty good, all things considered.  I even managed an hour-long outing to the park with Grand-Master Q and Andrew on Sunday without spending the rest of the day in a sneezing fit of allergy-induced misery.

Quinten is becoming quite the conversationalist these days.  He seems to have really picked up a lot of our speech mannerisms lately.  He now asks us what we’re doing, and when answered, generally follows up with the requisite why (the first of multitudes of whys to come, I know).  If I ask him what he’d like to eat, he’ll actually say hmm and look like he’s really considering his possibilities, before demanding to be let over the kitchen gate so he can stare at the contents of the refrigerator and maybe make a food-decision.  He also takes particular issue with being told no and responds with some variety of  “not mama no!”, which I take to mean he doesn’t want me to tell him no.  I know 2 comes with its own issues and power struggles, but man he sure is a lot of fun to be around these days.  Is it tempting the fates to say it’s my favorite age so far?  Probably.