Now get me knocked up, and all of that washes out. Everyone tells you when you're pregnant, "You'd better sleep while you can". Trust me, I'm making a valiant effort. I love sleep possibly as much as I love coffee. Yet every night, for the past 3 months, I've had some of the most gnarly nighttime adventures while attempting to catch some winks.
When I travel, boy howdy am I a dreamer. Put me in a high altitude city << like La Paz! >>, and I'm having a sleep-induced escapade all night, every night. I learned long ago to travel with a journal because the stuff that flies around my brain- I couldn't make it up if I tried.
When I'm in my own home, sleeping in my own bed, it's a rare occasion that I wake up and remember all of the dreams I had the night before.
|It's like trying to sleep soundly in a bed like this.|
I wake up exhausted. It's like begging for a weekend do-over every Monday. And every morning I blame it on the progesterone that's hijacked my system.
I've decided to go ahead and lean into some sage advice my mother told me:
"When you're a new mother, you'll learn to sleep when the baby sleeps."
Truer words might not ever be spoken. Because growing this baby is exhausting << and altogether wonderful, too >>.
Could everyone please raise a cup in honor of this time-tested wisdom? Kthanks.