It is after midnight, and I am tired.

But Smudge twists and stretches right up against my navel when I lie on my right side. Even though I’ve coated it with cocoa butter lotion (heh — you know the librarian will make the right suggestion!) probably 8 times in the last 24 hours, it still itches, and it does so most when I’m either on my back or when he’s pushing at it from the inside.

Worse, when I lie on my left side, whatever mystical alignment there is involving my digestive system and the baby goes absolutely insane. In fact, I should probably put something in big bold letters in my birth plan about not tilting me towards the left, under any imaginable circumstances. Gurgling, ouch, action. Yuck.

So I am up, sitting up, hoping that whatever it is that’s still digesting hurries up so I can lie back down and get some f$(@&#$(^ing sleep. Maybe I will go make some ginger tea.

Fruit & Veg Count, 1/25: 1 small organic gala apple, 1/2 cup fresh raspberries