Day 12: Remembering Pregnancy Brain

I think I was about 7 or 8 months pregnant. I was waking a few times during the night to pee and, overall, sleeping pretty light waiting for Baby Samuel to make his appearance. (Although, we had no idea he was Samuel at the time. We were waiting to find out his sex until his birth.)

I remember waking up one night, in the middle of the night, to mice crawling around in our attic. It freaked me out and grossed me out so much that I had to do something. I grabbed a broom and started banging the ceiling with it. Eric was still asleep until the banging happened, but I wasn't thinking about him.I just wanted those mice out of there! Sick!

We were living in an apartment at the time where our bedroom shared a wall with our neighbors bedroom. I'm sure our neighbor could hear all the banging going on, but he probably didn't want mice running around above his head either.

All the sudden it dawned on me that maybe these weren't mice after all. I looked outside. The tap-tap-taping was rain, not mice. Whoops! Sorry neighbor!