Pity Party

I seem to be having one. I really hate it when Manny has to work nights. He bears his cross of working hard so very well, especially since he's the only one bringing home the bacon anymore. It isn't the hard work aspect that bothers me, but rather these flaming awful hours. Of which there are fewer than in years past, yet it seems that we see each other less because of the wacky sleep schedule and the fact that he has to leave pretty early to get where he has to go. This has been going on since May and there has been no indication as to when things might go back to normal. I understand that any way you slice it, this is daily bread. I feel tremendously guilty whining about it. But when your baby kicks at the sound of daddy's voice, and then daddy has to leave a few minutes later only to miss so much more of baby's antics, it can really get you down. That, and I'm 9 months pregnant with no one to rub my back, and at this time of night I feel tremendously lonely. But I guess I'll look at the bright side - when baby comes I'll probably be up all night and then I'll be sleepy during the day too!