Twenty-Seven Weeks

I'm twenty-seven weeks as of yesterday. This is the last week of my second trimester. On the one hand, I feel like time is flying by. On the other hand, I feel like I've been pregnant forever.

My new, weird pregnancy symptom of the past week or so is insomnia. Crazy insomnia. Like, every night, it feels like I've chugged a pot of coffee before trying to get some z's. Last night, I tortured my poor husband by making him listen to music from Glee with me on his ipod. (The splitter is such a useful invention for marital torture.) Actually, it wasn't last night. It was this morning. At around 2am.

According to one of my pregnancy books, I'm right on schedule for this feels-like-it's-caffeinated insomnia. The book also gives some suggestions for how to overcome it. But I just can't imagine that any of its suggestions will stop my mind and heart from racing and keep me from feeling like I just need to get up and dance. And sing along to Vocal Adrenaline's version of Bohemian Rhapsody.