Okay, maybe I did sleep about 6 uninterrupted hours, but I couldn't resist the old Beatles line as a lead in. I am tired, in fact, and it turns out this pregnancy is more work than the last, or at least more work than I remember. Unfortunately this time around I have much more consistent morning wake up calls in the form of my son yelling from his crib, "Mom? Mama! Daddy, you come upstairs? Daaa-ddy!" Thankfully it's usually Daddy himself that retrieves or at least quiets the boy, and I can drift off for 15 minutes at a clip in between the banging of dishes and the hollering of seemingly constant requests to watch Curious George.
Dear Husband and I take turns waking and fixing the lil dude's breakfast, while the other gets to doze for about an hour, sometimes a lot more, depending on the wake up time. It used to be fine, and while I dreaded my turn I also was able to motor through it without much complaint. But now, both days seem equally, frustratingly dreadful.
Why in the world is it so hard to sleep when you're pregnant? When you have an infant you expect to be sleep deprived. But now? I have 25 weeks or so for my body to truly prepare for waking every two or so hours, and this seems unnecessary. When I sleep, I have vivid, crazy dreams, and when I wake, it takes me 25 minutes sometimes just to get back to sleep. I kinda hate this part. Sleep is one of those things everyone tells you to get a lot of while you're pregnant, since baby building is so tiring on your body. And yet, these hormones prevent deep, long slumber from taking shape on a regular basis. So not fair.
I think I should go take a nap, and resolve to retire earlier from now on. But I have made that resolution before and it's just plain not fun and doesn't happen the way it should. I need to just do it. Just go to bed. Ah, bed. Sounds good right now, anyway.
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