Shakey, shakey....

I've been waking up a lot in the middle of the night and am usually up for 2 hours before I can get back to sleep. Lame. Pregnancy always does this to me. Robs me of the precious hours I get to myself before there is actually a baby in the room waking me. Last night was no different. At 4 am I had to go to the bathroom, and blow my nose, and then tuned into the latest Access Hollywood. There really isn't a great selection in the wee hours. At 4:40 or so my bed started moving. Panic set in. My first thought was earthquake, but then I remembered I lived in tornado alley not earthquake zone. Then I started to imagine a man sneaking into my house and hiding under my bed. I imagined that he must have fallen asleep and when he woke up he startled himself and hit his head on the underside of my sleeping place causing it to shake for approximately 5 seconds. I was a little scared. Then it stopped. I kept laying there not knowing what to do. I eventually convinced myself I had imagined the entire thing and went back to Hollywood's latest happenings. When I heard this morning that there actually was an earthquake in a neighboring state and we might have felt the effects, I was glad I didn't call 911 in fear of the none-existent man. If anything for the fact that the police sirens would have probably woken the children and then I would have been tired along with trying to deal with 4 tired kids. I've decided it's not about safety with me. It's all about keeping my kids asleep.