Joy of Sleep

I woke up this morning at 1:45 AM to go pee, and then couldn’t go back to sleep. I stayed in bed, listening to Sweet Dub breathe, for about an hour or so, and finally at 3:00 AM got up and went into the living room to watch TV and hopefully crash on the couch. I fell back to sleep sometime after 5. Since I usually get up at 6, this was a Bad, Bad Thing.

I am sitting here at my desk and barely functioning. Been doing research all day (boring, “look stuff up on a slow-to-process database” as opposed to “document interesting sociological trends with stats to back up your assertions” stuff) and I just want to scream.

Apparently, trouble sleeping is pretty common during pregnancy. Advice: “drink some warm milk.” I’m sorry, but no. Gross.

Did I mention that it’s my turn to put Viva to bed tonight? I don’t know how I’m going to make it, particularly if she decides to be a Power Ranger and attack me repeatedly with her “life saver” (when I tell her the phrase is actually “light saber,” she gets an attitude: “NO. MAH-AHM, it’s a LIFE SAVER, because it SAVES. LIVES.” Completely condescending, as if the mother she loves so madly is nonetheless an utter idiot. Added value. I can’t wait for the teen years.)

Did I mention that my underpants are cutting off my circulation?

I think I’ve reached a new low.