It's 3:30am and I can't sleep. This happens sometimes when I go to bed early. It's the reason I don't like to go to bed early. But alas, sometimes it just happens.
I'm (im)patiently awaiting the arrival of the - ehhhh, details? - on how to create my new photography website. I was told they would arrive by midnight last night. Someone lied. It's funny, really, because when my husband asked WHAT exactly I was waiting for, I couldn't really tell him. Because I'm not really sure. A template, I guess?
I have my 28-week appointment with my midwife coming up in a few hours. I honestly don't ever remember going from every-4-weeks appointments to every-2-weeks appointments this soon before, but I probably did it with Reagan too since I was seeing the same midwife. I don't really understand the purpose of going in so often. I mean, maybe if it was my first pregnancy and I had a lot of new questions every two weeks. Or maybe if there was some sort of testing that needed to be done.
But seriously? I have to find a sitter, drop off my munchkins, drive the 25 minutes to the office, wait in the waiting room, wait in the exam room, see my midwife for 5 whole minutes if I'm lucky, drive back to pick up my kids, drive home, and feel like I wasted an entire morning.
Am I just whining? I thought so.
Oooo, I saw some really cool lighting this morning. I mean...earlier this morning. (Obviously I'm having some serious sleep issues tonight.) I think it was around 2am when I looked out our window and saw what appeared to be heat lightning to the south. It was either that or just REALLY far away. But considering it's been in the mid-70s at night around here lately, I'm going to stick with my heat lightning theory.
Anyway, the sky was lighting up with bright light every 1-2 seconds but I could hear no thunder. So cool. I really do have a thing for storms. And I'm super thankful that my kids seem to be okay with storms too. For the most part. I have a friend who has 3 small children and ALL of them are terrified by thunder. I know that's probably natural for little kids, but it just seems so sad to me. I mean, they're missing out on all the sweetness of the storm.
Speaking of sweetness, my husband and I were researching some information on different types of wasps, bees, and yellowjackets last night on the internet. Why would we do such a thing? Well, you see, we tend to have an awfully high number of wasps around our home. I was trying to describe one particilar type of stinging insect to him and we were searching for it on the world wide web's database of images. To no avail. But I digress.
Amongst our searching, we learned some of the most interesting things. For instance, did you know that digger wasps inspect their nest for intruders each and every time they bring back their prey before dropping it in for their babies? And did you know that mud-daubers lay eggs inside little cones made of - you guessed it - MUD! and plant a few paralyzed spiders in there and then, after closing up the nest, leave and never come back. The baby mud-daubers hatch from their eggs, become larvae, then actually create a cocoon, are finally born and then eat the (now dead) spiders that their mother left for them weeks prior. And here's another thing: ALL wasps feed their babies (I use the term "babies" loosely here) with spiders. Well, no freakin' wonder we have so many wasps! The woods behind our house is teeming with spiders.
(For the record, I'd rather have the spiders.)
There's something about studying science that absolutely amazes me. It's the idea that there are actually people who think this all happened by chance. That we all just evolved into our own state of being. That the wasps just happened to learn how to lay their eggs inside a mud nest, leaving those baby wasps spiders to eat when they hatched weeks later, and that those baby wasps just happened to grow and form inside the nest all alone, unattended, and then somehow just happened to know how to spin a cocoon around their somewhat unformed frames before officially making their entrance into the world.....is just CRAZY to me.
I don't mean to sound like some sort of religious lunatic here, but...really?! I just cannot comprehend how one could even begin to believe that this life is all by chance. I really can't.
Ahh, sweet sleep. Why do you elude me?
I guess I will attempt to lull myself back into some sort of dream-like state now. Although, when I'm pregnant, my dreams are more like nightmares. But perhaps the Lord will give me rest until the sun rises in just over an hour.
I'm sure I'm going to look back at this post later in the day and wonder why I was rambling so much. But hey, it's early in the morning and I can't sleep. Besides blogging, what else could I possibly be doing?