I should write a song about it being 4am and having insomnia!
Its 4:00am. I am supposed to be to work in about 3 hours, which I don't really see happening. I cannot, for the life of myself, effin' sleep. I slept from about 2:00-2:30am, and that is it. I have tried everything. Dearest Skot has tried everything possible to help me be comfortable and relax; its just no use. Either I am getting kicked, having back pain, or my ankles are cramping... My ankles have been swelling a lot more lately, which sucks and is quite painful. Though I value all of you that are actually reading this, and I appreciate any and all advice I know and am already watching my salt intake, soaking my feet, and elevating them whenever possible. This too is just no use.
I had been doing really well lately. I had a period between 24-28 weeks or so that I could not get a full night sleep if my life depended on it... I coped, and took a lot of warm baths and did a lot of relaxing things as a pre-bed-routine. Eventually this "pregnancy phase" passed and I forgot about the awful nights I shared with it... Perhaps it has returned one last time before the big show? Who knows. I know that I can't sleep and want to. I think that is the most frustrating part. Wanting to sleep and having no control over not being able to.
I have truly enjoy being pregnant; just not 24/7 (Punkie was partially right)! It definitely has its horrid moments, but for every horrible moment is just a just as wonderful one. Every time you feel the little life inside your belly move or do some other amazing acrobatic feat you completely forget about the severe hormonal rages you have endured. For every sleepless night you soon forget when you start to see the amazing sight of your belly actually moving. Though some people have told me in their personal experiences that they have actually been able to make out shapes; such as a foot, butt, or hand, I have not... I just see random pokes and prods, its still just as amazing to me as it is my child inside my belly!!!
Though I absolutely hate calling in to work, I think thats what it has boiled down to tonight/day. Calling in makes me feel completely irresponsible and ik! about myself. I guess in some situations there is just not a whole lots that you can do. As for feeling so ik! about myself I guess I should just take some "me time" today... Relax and do something that makes me super duper happy!
Its about 4:50am right now so I should think about wrappin' this here thingy up so I can actually call work before I wait to long and make them super mad. I know I started this damn thing around 4am, but I have been side tracked talking with Mr. Perry, again... Hey, at least I can always count on someone to be on line at the oddest fucking hours of the day, or night.
Perhaps when I am better natured and more rested, later on I will write a follow up blog. Who knows... Wait! Oh yes... I will... I think it'll be another "What really grinds my gears" blog!
I had been doing really well lately. I had a period between 24-28 weeks or so that I could not get a full night sleep if my life depended on it... I coped, and took a lot of warm baths and did a lot of relaxing things as a pre-bed-routine. Eventually this "pregnancy phase" passed and I forgot about the awful nights I shared with it... Perhaps it has returned one last time before the big show? Who knows. I know that I can't sleep and want to. I think that is the most frustrating part. Wanting to sleep and having no control over not being able to.
I have truly enjoy being pregnant; just not 24/7 (Punkie was partially right)! It definitely has its horrid moments, but for every horrible moment is just a just as wonderful one. Every time you feel the little life inside your belly move or do some other amazing acrobatic feat you completely forget about the severe hormonal rages you have endured. For every sleepless night you soon forget when you start to see the amazing sight of your belly actually moving. Though some people have told me in their personal experiences that they have actually been able to make out shapes; such as a foot, butt, or hand, I have not... I just see random pokes and prods, its still just as amazing to me as it is my child inside my belly!!!
Though I absolutely hate calling in to work, I think thats what it has boiled down to tonight/day. Calling in makes me feel completely irresponsible and ik! about myself. I guess in some situations there is just not a whole lots that you can do. As for feeling so ik! about myself I guess I should just take some "me time" today... Relax and do something that makes me super duper happy!
Its about 4:50am right now so I should think about wrappin' this here thingy up so I can actually call work before I wait to long and make them super mad. I know I started this damn thing around 4am, but I have been side tracked talking with Mr. Perry, again... Hey, at least I can always count on someone to be on line at the oddest fucking hours of the day, or night.
Perhaps when I am better natured and more rested, later on I will write a follow up blog. Who knows... Wait! Oh yes... I will... I think it'll be another "What really grinds my gears" blog!