Belly about House (33-34)

Marty at 32 Weeks

Vacation

So Marty and I have this thing where we both wake up constantly all night. Marty's been an insomniac since I met him. And I'm pregnant, which fucks with your sleep patterns (in case you didn't know). And so now we have this sort of horrible thing we can share. So what we do is we turn on the lights and read in bed and we call it Vacation. Last night we took a nice long vacation. I went to The Book of Words (a weird novel by German writer Jenny Erpenbeck [whose last name sounds like a huge Saxon burp]) and M went to the uncorrected galleys for a new Celine novel DAP is publishing in the Spring. Now I'm so tired I can't even think of what I'm supposed to be doing here at work. There's a list in front of me (I make a list of what to do every night before I leave) but I just keep staring at it like some dead habit.