It is 12:34 a.m. and I can hear my husband snoring in the next room and my son talking to himself in his crib. I am up in my recliner in the living room unable to sleep. I desperately want to try to enjoy this last month of pregnancy before my world gets turned upside down but it is hard to do that when I haven't had a decent nights sleep in I don't know how long.
I know I got off easy in my last pregnancy skipping those last 7 1/2 weeks of my 3rd trimester although I would gladly have traded all those nights sleep for having my baby not have to stay in the NICU. It does seem to be nature's cruel joke to deprive expectant mothers of decent sleep for weeks or months before the arrival of a new baby. As if the sleepless nights after the baby gets here aren't enough.
Besides the backaches, rib pain, non-stop peeing, restless legs and general uncomfortableness this also happens to be the baby's most active time of the day. Throw in some baby hiccups and you have one tired mommy. I know it is all worth it in the end and someday this will be a nice distant fuzzy memory but tonight I just needed to vent.