Sleepless in NYC
When the kids come home from school, all I want to do is sleep. I feel badly about that, as I have not seen them all day. When my husband gets home from work – yes, you’ve guessed it – I just think about sleep. I think of sleep all day and all night. I have dreams of sleeping when sleeping, and I daydream about getting into my bed when I am awake. The baby and my children have zapped me of all my energy. I still stumble into the gym two to three times a week to do some cardio. I push myself to make it there, and it’s a good thing I have my friend to meet me there. I would never consider blowing her off. We certainly motivate each other, especially when I think about just going home and crawling back into bed. I go to bed two to three hours earlier than I did pre-pregnancy. I wake up when Rob comes to bed. I am thinking of banishing him to the couch. My bladder awakens me at least two times during the night, and then my hungry cat Josie awakens me at 4 a.m. I guess I better get used to interrupted sleep again. I will certainly be used to it by the time the baby arrives.
I do try and catch up on sleep on the weekends by taking naps. However, I feel tired a lot of the time. Nonetheless, I am still enjoying my pregnancy enormously. I have 16 weeks left, if not less, and I am still so excited. Even though this will be my third child, the thrill doesn’t fade. The most important thing is that my babysitter Ameena, who has been with us since Marlee was born, is coming back full time. She is much more useful than Rob, and my kids are so happy that Ameena will be back full time. But not as happy as I am!