That's what Johnny said in the middle of the night last night. He sat up in bed and kept looking side to side and saying, "I don't know what I'm doing".
"You're sleeping," I said. "Go back to sleep".
Ironically, last night was the most comfortable night's sleep I've had my entire pregnancy. I forgot how uncomfortable everything is at the end. I'm kind of dreading 4 more weeks of this.
Plus, I figured out why my son has been pretending to smoke - complete with two fingers together at his lips, then huffing and puffing in and out. Johnny and I could not think of any influence where we had let him see smoking. Thank you, Chipmunk Adventures and Cruella DeVille from 101 Dalmations. That made me feel like a good parent this morning.
I'll finish with a few seconds of our allotted fifteen minutes of fame. The concert was fantastic.