100th Post! 4:04 A.M.

This post was going to be left for something worth a crap. It's my 100th blog post since I started this thing, and I wanted it to be something sentimental, or monumental, or just something.
But I've failed. Instead, I dedicate this post in remembrance of the Great Period of No Sleep.
I was told it would come. To prepare for it. To buy as many body pillows and Tylenol PM as I possibly could. Pregnant women should heed warning. It's the pregnacy woman's equivalent to the Y2K freak out. Prepare.
I prepared, I listened. I hoped that like many other of the pregnancy ailments (morning sickness, fatigue, etc)I would also miss out on the Great No Sleep. But here it is in all of it's horrible glory.
It's not the first night of the Great Period of No Sleep. It started weeks ago, and has continued to spiral deeper into a stream of pure sleep deprivation as the days pass.
And do not tell me this is my body's way of preparing for the baby. This is pure insomnia people. Mother's actually get sleep. What I'm getting is big fat NO sleep.
So here I sit, past 4 am, after hours of lying awake in the bed, with a cold bottle of water and some Tums for the heartburn. And all I can think is "Daylight. Hurry up daylight". I don't actually want to sleep at this point. I want daylight to come, and save me from the night and the wrath of the Great No Sleep.