Amusing things I've done before 4:00 AM

I've certainly had moments of wandering the halls like a restless phantom throughout this pregnancy but most notably in the last two weeks, I find it next to impossible to sleep past 3:00 AM.  So far, I've managed to avoid somnambulant fridge raiding but here's an amusing list of what I've tried (and failed) to accomplish:

• Writing a final paper
• Editing a final paper (not so much!)
• Composing long-overdue emails to friends
• Downward dog to move PB's head out of my right ribs -- girl, I ain't John Hurt.
• Catching up on YA novels I've been meaning to read for years, including most recently Walk Two Moons, Speak, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (ok, two of those were for class)
• Playing with the white noise generator.  Oscar prefers "babbling brook" but it gives me the urge to urinate even more frequently than every 5 minutes so I'm going to go with "thunderstorm" as the favorite.
• Trying one of those airplane neck pillows so my head doesn't loll around in case I doze off in the glider but instead, settling for restless PTSD after recalling some truly horrendous overnight flights using said pillow.  After about five minutes, I chuck it on the floor in exasperation. 
• Listening to David Bowie's Peter and the Wolf narration, which is the best approximation of Oscar attempting to stomp through the bushes on his morning walks ever set to music.  (He is the duck, of course.) 
• Drinking coconut water which, let's face it, taste like moldy dishtowel.  Never going to like this stuff.
• Attempting to get my wedding ring off before it's too late.  Failing.  Back into the ice bucket, this time trying the cling-wrap-trick-with-Palmolive.  Failing.  Lots of cursing.  Sonofabitch HURTS.  It is the only finger, naturally, that has decided to swell to twice its normal size.  My right hand, and feet and ankles, for that matter, are freakishly fine because of course they are.  I believe I have succeeded in spraining my ring finger so I'll be icing the shit out of that tomorrow morning and come 4:00 AM, trying the Crisco-and-tape method.  Pray for me. 
• Taking a bath
• Removing nail polish
• Meditating
• Screw it, it's been two hours: let's take another bath
• Loading our Netflix queue with movies I'll never watch
• Rereading this blog, started nearly a year ago, and marveling at how close we are to bringing our daughter home, despite the ongoing twists and turns which continue to throw us for some real loops.  Though 3+ weeks feels, at times, insurmountable, it really isn't so far away now.  Only 20-some nights of wee-morning activities to go!