Remember when you were little and couldn't sleep on Christmas Eve? Yeah, it's like that.

I remember, for years, I could not sleep at all on Christmas Eve.  I'd be up all night.  Just KNOWING Santa was coming and we'd be surrounded by presents, family, music, and fun, I could not relax enough to get any shut eye.  It felt almost like being on the verge of a panic attack.  Well, I got to relive all the joys of those crazed feelings today. 

It is said that stress is stress.  Good stress, bad stress, the body does not know the difference.  Today I got an overwhelming amount of good news (news that I will be keeping quiet in order to not jinx anything, as it will take awhile for everything to fall into place before we get to our "Christmas Day").  I was so happy to get the news (and no, this is not baby news), but I did not expect how overwhelmingly awesome it would turn out to be.

That being said, I am not myself today.  I cannot even remember what it was that happened earlier (pre-crazy-good-news), that made me say "OMG, I will be writing about THAT!"  Hopefully I will return to a normal, non-jittery, human being shortly.  (Although, I totally don't mind the whole not being able to eat thing... that's like a bonus.) 

So, until my normal self returns... talk amongst yourselves.  Most of you are funnier and more interesting than me, anyway.  :)