Popsicles at 6:30 a.m.

So I woke up at 4:30 this morning.  I'm not really sure why.  I think I was wondering if there were storms around or if I missed them.  So after laying in bed and staring at the ceiling for a good 45 minutes, I grabbed my phone and started Facebook stalking people.  When that didn't wear me out, I decided to get out of bed because I was craving popsicles.  So here I am...with 3 popsicles (blue, pink, and green).  The blue one has already been devoured, so I'm on to the pink one.  I think I may be crazy.  But they are oh-so-good.  Every morning should start like this.

As I was laying in bed for a couple hours this morning, obviously my mind was fixated on something.  I mean, you can't just lay there and not think about anything.  Well, my thoughts turned to working out.  I miss it sooooo much.  I was thinking, "Man, I would love to hop out of bed, put on my running shoes, and go for a jog around the neighborhood."  Or even head up to the Y for an early-morning workout.  I've already decided that once Baby K is born and I'm ok to resume working out, I'm definitely doing the Couch to 5K.  I'm super excited about it.  I'm hoping to be running 5K by time school starts again in August. 

It completely stinks having to rest so much and not even really lift anything.  I got so mad last night about my confinement and restrictions.  I have an awful habit of filling the trash too much and then trying to take it out when it's really, really full.  Kyle gets so irritated with me.  Rightfully so.  I knew he was frustrated last night because I had done it again.  He tried to lift it out and the bag ripped.  :(  So I jumped in and took over for him.  And do you think I was able to lift it out?  Noooo.  That sucker was heavy because I did some cleaning and threw out a bunch of stuff.  So he got mad at me again because I was trying too hard to lift the dumb bag and he knew I shouldn't have been lifting it.  But I pushed him away and yelled and told him I could do it.  He just stood there and stared at me, watching me continuously struggle.  I was swinging the dumb thing and hitting it against the counter.  Eventually I got it.  But I think I was taking out my anger and frustration on the trash.  Anger that I have to depend on other people.  Frustration that I can't just do things myself.  Needless to say, my back killed when I tried to go to bed.  :(

Now I'm on my green popsicle.  Life really isn't so bad...