We broke up last night

You heard it here first, it's over.

Last night at 4 in the morning I was wide awake, in the bathroom (of course) and I came to the realization: My nights will no longer be the same. Gone are the nights spent cuddling with my husband. Gone are the beautiful mornings waking up next to each other. Never again...

As I sat in the restroom I tried to deny it, but I had to be a big girl about it. I had an intervention with myself and broke up with sleep. I will no longer get 8+ hours of sleep a night. My relationship with sleep is over. No more sleeping through the night, no more Oscar worthy dreams, it's done. At this point in the pregnancy it's my bladder that is waking me up, but in only a few short months (THREE MONTHS!) there will be someone else keeping me up at night.

Right now I loathe all those people who say "waking up in the middle of the night while pregnant is just preparing you for when the baby comes". I didn't want it to be true, but after a week of interrupted nights I realized it must be true.

The little girl who fell off the bed, rolled under the bed and scared her parents into thinking she was kidnapped because she slept through the whole ordeal has grown up! The pre-teen girl who slept on the hide-away couch during a burglary in that same house, now wakes when a car's headlights shine through the crevasses of our black-out curtains.

Maybe I'll become an Erica,

Source

Or maybe I should register for this book....

source

Either way, it's over.

source
Wasn't the alarm clock this time - or ever again!

Grits,


p.s. I am still happily married to a man who wakes up every time I get out of bed...bless his heart. Just wanted to tease you with that blog title ;)