Sleep...it's overrated.
So sleep. It's overrated. I used to be one of those people who was convinced I needed eight hours of sleep each night to function. I would stand, well rested and alert on my pretty little soap box and preach about the benefits of ample sleep to anyone who would listen. Sleep, I argued was the key ingredient to mental, physical, emotional, and spiritual health.
But now I'm pregnant and I've decided that sleep is overrated. I mean mental health...ha! Who really needs to feel sane, I mean come on, sanity...it's overrated. I haven't slept through the night in two weeks and I'm doing great. Sure, I left my keys at the checkout counters at Target, Home Depot, Ace Hardware, Mavericks, Babies R Us, and the Post Office. Oh, and I left my purse in the cart at Rainbow Foods. I also forgot to bring my purse to dinner with a girlfriend, then left my coat at the restaurant. I also read the same book twice and didn't realize it until the last chapter. Someone asked when I was due the other day and I told them my birth date, which was this previous weekend, and it took me an inordinately long time to understand why they were looking at me funny. I also spent an entire day with my sweat pants on backwards and took a bath with body lotion instead of bubbles. Oh, and at my own 3 AM feeding the other night I poured orange juice on my cereal. But lets be real here, who hasn't done that before?
And physical health? Posh! I used to have to work out for at least an hour to feel like I was really getting the kind of exercise I needed. Since entering the throes of sleepless nights I have discovered that sometimes you're just damn lucky to get make it to the kitchen.
Emotional health, well...all I have to say about that is that there is strong scientific evidence showing both the mental and physical benefits of crying. Given I break down in tears at least once every other day I'm pretty sure I'm well on my way to attaining enlightenment.
And finally spiritual health. Let me put it this way, since weaving my way into the realms of sleeplessness I've discovered that prayer is something one can do for a very very long time. The way I see it, if the rapture happens between 3AM and 7AM, I should be good to go.
So I'm relishing this new life with little sleep. It keeps things interesting. And after all, this is only temporary right? The lil' pixie stick will be here in no time and then, then I'll finally be able to get some rest.
But now I'm pregnant and I've decided that sleep is overrated. I mean mental health...ha! Who really needs to feel sane, I mean come on, sanity...it's overrated. I haven't slept through the night in two weeks and I'm doing great. Sure, I left my keys at the checkout counters at Target, Home Depot, Ace Hardware, Mavericks, Babies R Us, and the Post Office. Oh, and I left my purse in the cart at Rainbow Foods. I also forgot to bring my purse to dinner with a girlfriend, then left my coat at the restaurant. I also read the same book twice and didn't realize it until the last chapter. Someone asked when I was due the other day and I told them my birth date, which was this previous weekend, and it took me an inordinately long time to understand why they were looking at me funny. I also spent an entire day with my sweat pants on backwards and took a bath with body lotion instead of bubbles. Oh, and at my own 3 AM feeding the other night I poured orange juice on my cereal. But lets be real here, who hasn't done that before?
And physical health? Posh! I used to have to work out for at least an hour to feel like I was really getting the kind of exercise I needed. Since entering the throes of sleepless nights I have discovered that sometimes you're just damn lucky to get make it to the kitchen.
Emotional health, well...all I have to say about that is that there is strong scientific evidence showing both the mental and physical benefits of crying. Given I break down in tears at least once every other day I'm pretty sure I'm well on my way to attaining enlightenment.
And finally spiritual health. Let me put it this way, since weaving my way into the realms of sleeplessness I've discovered that prayer is something one can do for a very very long time. The way I see it, if the rapture happens between 3AM and 7AM, I should be good to go.
So I'm relishing this new life with little sleep. It keeps things interesting. And after all, this is only temporary right? The lil' pixie stick will be here in no time and then, then I'll finally be able to get some rest.
Pregnancy brain...it's real. People don't believe it, but it's true.
ReplyDeleteIt's so unfair that just when you really need to be rested, your body won't let you sleep through the night. What kept me up was leg cramps, the inevitable middle of the night bathroom break (or two), and just general discomfort. I mean, it took me three moves just to roll over in bed. Oi.
Oh goodness… thanks for the laugh. Next time I'm up at night I'm going to just show up at your door with Oreos.
ReplyDeleteOh dear goodness! Kali will make you feel better when she tells you the stories of my brain leaving me. :p Hope you don't mind she shared this one with her sister.
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