I'm barely sleeping these days. During the day things like naps simply don't happen. The phone rings, the pain in the butt dog barks, and being the type of person who doesn't know how to relax I simply can't just slow down and try to rest. Most nights I'm able to pass out on the couch for an hour or two before I go to bed. Last night armed with my new iPhone that is making Bryan quite jealous I was too busy rearranging apps to rest. I also spent a while folding and hanging all of the baby's new clothes since we got very good confirmation yesterday that we are certainly having another little girl.
I think I got 45 minutes to an hour of sleep on the couch last night before waking up at 1:30 to go to bed. Once I move upstairs it takes me a little while to actually fall back to sleep. Since I was annoyed that Bryan left the clean clothes in the laundry room, it took me longer than usual to go back to sleep since I couldn't help yelling at the sleepy guy. Once I finally fell asleep I woke up about three hours later starving. Nothing like needing breakfast at 5am. I spent about 30 minutes trying in vain to ignore that my stomach was gnawing on itself in hopes of me falling back to sleep before I gave up and got out of bed. So here I am now sitting in my dark dining room trying to quietly occupy myself while the rest of the house sleeps. Fun!
I'm pretty sure that once the baby arrives I'll be getting a lot more sleep than I do now. I imagine I'll be able to get several 2-4 hour blocks of sleep throughout the night. Since I'll be exhausted from taking care of a newborn, falling back to sleep should be easy. And if I'm wrong, at least I'll have Bryan to commiserate with me over the lack of sleep. Oh, and I'd rather be sleep deprived with a baby in my arms than overly pregnant and sleep deprived.