If you’ve never dealt with insomnia before, count your lucky stars. Third trimester insomnia has struck hard these last few nights, and I’m not doing… great. I get in bed. I’m so tired. I’ve yawned no less than 50 times in an hour. I’ve taken my Unisom and my three gargantuan magnesium pills. It’s cold as hell in our room. I have my blackout sleep mask. And I lay, wide-eyed, for at least two hours. I get up to pee at least twice in those two hours. I switch to my right side, I switch to my left. I hug a pillow. I put a pillow between my legs. I try to countdown from 100 (a trick my best friend taught me years ago). Nothing helps. It doesn’t matter. My body is awake. I think about how close we are to meeting our son and how this will be my life every night soon. I eventually fall asleep but in 1-2 hour spurts, interrupted by either needing to pee or just waking up for no reason.
I am very tired today.
And it’s only going to get worse, this much I know.
But hey — this is just part of it all, right? A rite of passage into motherhood, if you will. My body and Mother Nature are prepping me for what’s to come in t-minus 56 days, and I guess I appreciate them for that.
Now, let’s talk about what happened at the house last week and how incredibly close we are to having our house fully back to ourselves.