Zzzzzz

Bad night. Very bad night. Up all night crying, sometimes the awful hyperventilating kind. I don't even want to imagine my eye circles.

Kid had been moving throughout most of the crying, probably either a) freaking out or b) trying to make me feel better. I prefer the latter, but it's probably the former.

When the hyperventilating started, the movement stopped. And hasn't really been normal since. Quiet today. I suppose it's probably because she got crap sleep just like I did, but nothing beats hyperventilated crying that turns into sobs of, "I killed the baby."

Oh, good times, good times. Baby could now theoretically come at any time and I feel less prepared than I ever have. I'm a crap mama with a lot of expensive baby stuff.