For almost my entire life, I've found it extremely easy to go to sleep. Even through my first pregnancy, the only thing that I remember keeping me up at night was restless legs (which is NOT something to scoff at, for sure...).
BUT lately...I feel like I've been a little bit manic. Part of it is that I've been working nights, and so my sleep schedule is split: get in a few hours at work whenever possible, then go home and sleep for a few hours in the morning. But I've done this before (not to mention 30-hour shifts last year) and usually the only thing that happens is that I fall asleep more quickly.
A huge part of it now is that I'm nesting. I'll admit it readily. I spent the first trimester acting like death with the flu. I slept all the time, and still felt like I barely had the energy to get out of bed. So with the rejuvenation that the second trimester has brought, I've definitely had a rebound back to my usual perky self. But it was controlled until that all-important 24-week mark. And then I allowed the baby fever to take over.
Don't get me wrong, I've been nuts about baby stuff this whole time. But being...cautious?...I'm not sure of the right word, maybe "superstitious?"...I didn't do anything about it until the last few weeks. And now my normal DIY tendencies have been rampaging out of control. OUT OF CONTROL.
Which, coupled with the fact that I do still have to work, sleep and eat, means I have about 20,000 projects in my head right now. Plus, it's the end of the (residency) year, so all of the credentialing, licensing, site review, new interns, graduating residents stuff is going on, too.
This equals me counting endless to-dos at night, instead of peaceful bleating sheep.
Doesn't help that someone's swimming pool is getting too small for her, so she spends a considerable amount of time testing the boundaries. Hard to go to sleep when someone is using your insides for a trampoline.
My slightly-insane life and times
6/28/12
6/22/12
Carpentry
My husband labored for at least an hour in the hot sun today.
Making wooden cup holders.
So a couple of small boys could bring their water cups up into the backyard pirate ship with them.
That's love, people.
Making wooden cup holders.
So a couple of small boys could bring their water cups up into the backyard pirate ship with them.
That's love, people.
6/11/12
He's so hard to buy for...
Chat convo with the Hubs:
Me: so I am scared to buy your birthday present without your input
Me: I'm fairly certain I can do it
Me: well, I know I can, but you have certain tastes
The Hubs: Oh dear. Is it a mail order love slave?
Me: so I am scared to buy your birthday present without your input
Me: I'm fairly certain I can do it
Me: well, I know I can, but you have certain tastes
The Hubs: Oh dear. Is it a mail order love slave?
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