Though…there hasn’t been much activity as of late, so I doubt anyone will lose sleep over it. But within the next couple of weeks, there will probably be a TON of new stuff as we move into our new house!

You see, earlier this week, everyone was asking me “How’s the baby doing? You getting any sleep?” and I felt obliged to make some comment about how his feeding schedule meshed with my need for rest. But Johanna doesn’t like me saying anything, because the truth of the matter is that so far, he hasn’t caused me to lose much.

Glen is really pretty mellow, and Johanna doesn’t want a bottle lear his mouth for fear he will stop nursing altogether. So my job consists of nudging her when I hear him cry (she is wearing ear plugs because of my snoring), and getting a diaper from the closet for her. I lose a total of 5 minutes of sleep whenever he wakes up, which isn’t anything at all.

Some of you out there will undoubtedly cry “foul” when you read this, saying I should do more to help out. And I would LOVE to do more. But nursing is out of the question. Occasionally Johanna does let me change the diaper, but this is just the way things have worked out so far.

So no more asking if I am losing sleep. The answer is “Yes, some, but not enough to fuss over.” I am sure that the simple act of writing that statement will call down the wrath of Murphy’s Law, and the road will get rocky from here. But I won’t make a peep…Johanna won’t have me complaining at all…if anyone gets to, it’s her.

Normally I try to remember to call Johanna when I am leaving work, so she knows how long to cook dinner and when to expect me home. This day was no different…or so I thought.

The call started out like most of them do, with the “Hey there”, “Howdy”, “Where you at?” “Driving on the freeway with Dad” sort of stuff. But then, something amiss.

“Ask your Dad to be on call tonight.”

“What do you mean…wait…you’re thinking it could be tonight?”

“Yeah, I’ve been miserable all day, and these things are coming every 5 minutes or so.”

Needless to say, I told Dad, called and told Mom, and when I got home, we packed overnight gear for the kids. By the time that was done, Johanna was miserable at regular 3 minute increments. En route to Mom and Dad’s house, we stopped by Apollo Burger for a sort of “Last Supper” before the big night. But then, a strange thing started to happen.

After eating, the cramps slowed, got irregular timing, and by the time we were at Mom and Dad’s house, she couldn’t tell me what was going on. Just to be safe, she said, let’s leave the kids here, and go home. If I go into labor, we won’t have to make any detours, we can just head straight for the hospital.

And that is how Johanna got the best night of sleep she has had in over 8 months.

And still, we wait.