Insom-preg-nia

It is 3:36 am and I am awake. Nope, it isn't becaue I just got home from an awesome club or night out. Again, I'm not cool. I had to pee and once I was up for it, worrying became my BFF.

One of the biggest changes I've experienced from pre-bun-in-the-oven to post is that this child has already taken one of my favorite pasttimes- sleep. I have multiple sleep trophies, certificates, and awards and even earned an honorable mention at the X-games for extreme-napping. I can fall asleep anywhere and stay there all night with no trouble. Well, I used to.

Now, though, I'm up at least once every night with some sort of ailment. Worrying. Coughing. Having my internal organs beaten up until I rearrange my position. Worrying. An insatiable need to empty my bladder despite the fact that I've sworn off liquids after 8 pm. Worrying.

My mom (making her second appearance in this blog) says, "If you pray, why worry? If you worry, why pray. Thus, what begins as a tiny thought, "What if Peanut decides to make his/her arrival known before (insert important event in the near future)?" becomes a life altering, I must get up and hash this out through a series of pie charts, Venn diagrams, and top ten lists event. Then, inevitably, I remember mom's platitude/admonishment and start to pray. Thus, I cry for not being more reliant in God and generally fall asleep again worrying that I've again offended Him.

Wow. This got very personal quickly. Hormones...

Moral of the story: Peanut has stolen my sleep. I've heard that I might get it back in 18 years. Until then, I've got to get to the praying portion of the night faster.

Gratitude list
Cuddling with Wolfie
Soft bed
Multiple toilets in our house
Preggle (awesome pillow which has certainly helped give me additional Zzz's)
DVR