counting sheep….

I can't sleep. I'm not sure when it started…a week ago maybe two? I started staying up later only to go to bed and lay awake. By the time my eyes start to get heavy the all to familiar need to go to the bathroom hits and I am back to being wide awake. Then comes the restless legs and the aching hips. I try to get comfortable on my side only to have my legs start throbbing. I shake them out and begin the laborious process of rolling to the other side. I start to doze and theres that damn bladder pressure again. I feel like now is the time to be milking my nights sleep for all its worth.  Yet here I am, wide awake. 

If the restless legs don't get me, my seemingly always energized mind will. The lists go on and on in my head. Things I still need to get for baby girls arrival. The overnight bags that still haven't been packed. Picking her first outfits out. Have we made the appointment to get the car detailed? Have we dug through storage and got the car seat out? Should I try to squeeze in a trip to the dentist? Lord knows when I will get there after baby is born. The toilet downstairs really needs to be scrubbed, maybe I should just try to get in a deep clean in the basement while I am at it. Oh and where am I on the laundry list? Since I'm up maybe I should get a head start on folding the laundry in the dryer. What about that blog I had started reading the other day? I have some peace and quiet maybe I should just catch up on blogs….it's seriously never ending. I can't stop the questions and thoughts reeling through my head!

 

And just like clockwork, when I do FINALLY drift into a restless sleep, my lovely little snuggly bug Brody will wake up at 4 a.m. and make his way to our bedroom. He never goes to Daddy's side of the bed, always mine. He rarely comes alone. So we begin the stuffed animal hand off. Bear, Bunnikins, Coral the chicken and lastly his blanket. Then he lifts his arms to me and I haul him up to our bed and roll him over me to the middle. He settles in and in his weakest little sad voice will request "water".  If Dad hears him it usually doesn't matter because apparently only Mommy's water bottle will suffice. Once sufficiently hydrated he rolls into me, burrows his head in my neck and is out.  I'm left blanket-less, my back lined up with the edge of the bed and extremely uncomfortable. Somehow, I'd say shear exhaustion, I find myself back into a light sleep, only to wake up needing to revisit my apparent favorite room in the house, the bathroom. By the time I squeeze back into bed and close my eyes, hubby's alarm goes off.  If I am lucky, Brody will sleep through it and I can get another 30 minutes of half sleep.

I keep telling myself it's all happening in preparation for the sleepless nights ahead of us. I've got to be honest though, I'd pass on the preparation any day to get one solid nights sleep! Fingers crossed tonight's sleep….well, this mornings sleep comes soon.