I did pretty well until a few days ago, but I am officially suffering from end of pregnancy insomnia now. I got up and did some work at 3 AM the other day because I figured I might as well be somewhat productive if I was going to alternately wallow around and stare at the ceiling and get drinks of water and basically make it impossible for Jared to sleep.
Thanks to the sleeplessness, I also finished reading a book cover-to-cover in under a month, which I haven’t managed since before the Piggy came. On the other hand, the lack of sleep means I don’t feel so great during the day. Minor things seem like big chores, and then this morning I woke up and promptly threw up, which was weird and unpleasant.
I’m excited that by the end of the month, I will be at least be CAPABLE of sleep again – whether I get any or not is a separate matter which I’m choosing not to contemplate too much.
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That last three weeks are bad, because your hormomes are dropping, your body is done making that baby and she is just getting fatter, bigger, CUTER!
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