If I was one of the seven dwarves, they'd call me Sleepy. After years of enjoying a level of energy that has afforded me luxuries such as successfully functioning on as little as three hours sleep and never needing coffee to perk myself up in the mornings, I am now a slave to my bed.
Each night I find myself falling asleep reading, watching TV or holding my phone in the midst of a text exchange. After I do the dishes, I quickly change into my pyjamas, trade my contact lenses for my glasses and brush my teeth before the pregnancy-induced narcolepsy hits me unexpectedly.
Every parent scoffs at my whining about the fatigue: "Just wait 'til the baby's born!" Frankly, I'll take it. I'm optimistic that once I give birth two things will happen. One, I'll return to my former motto of "less is more" vis-a-vis sleep. Two, I'll be so excited to be a new mom and love my little monkey so much I'll want to be awake to observe, nuture and nourish my baby.
Let me have that...even if it's not true.
Oh god, Courtney, I can relate. I have never, ever been so tired as I was in my last trimester of pregnancy. With the exception of literally the two days after J. was born, I can promise, you will feel a million times better once that little one is out in the world, regardless of how little/much sleep you're getting initially. Hang in there, honey!
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