I have been so hot lately.
Molten hot. The surface of Mars hot, even.
Unfortunately for hubby it’s not in the “come hither” sense. It’s more like a “get all these covers off me and turn the fan on high – I don’t care if it’s only 61 degrees in here!” kind of way.
Last night was a HOT night of epic proportions.
Being hot and not getting any sleep make for a very unhappy pregnant woman.
6:30 a.m. saw me clamoring out of bed, grabbing the blanket from the floor (that I’d previously tossed of the bed at 3 a.m.), and trekking into the living room, pillow in tow, to try sleeping on my sweet glider/recliner/rockingchair (courtesy of my awesome mom-in-law).
I hadn’t had a wink of sleep since 3 a.m. and apparently I wasn’t meant to get any useful sleep in my recliner either.
Good news is – I watched the sky get lighter and brighter by the minute and I’m pretty sure I witnessed two squirrels get into an intense quarrel.
see what I did there?
I’m easily amused, even by myself!
All this trouble of relocating and trying desperately to sleep ended in me being a virtual zombie of sorts and having a pretty miserable morning, despite getting to enjoy the leftovers from my Irish Breakfast I had for dinner last night.
I have to believe that this is just my body’s way of preparing for not sleeping once Theä has arrived…. but seeing as how it’s been “preparing me” with this crazy insomnia for almost 5 months, I’d really like some sleep. Period.
I’d even compromise for just like 1 night a week of good sleep… that’s not being too greedy, right?
Tonight there will be no extra blankets on the bed and the fan will be on high to begin with. There will be no repeat of the torture of last night, if I have anything to do with it.
Do you hear me Sandman??- Come Visit Me Please!!!
Poor hubby will likely freeze, but I’ll tell him it’s for a good cause. One of us can suffer for the greater good, and I know which one of us it will be.
Love you, mean it. ❤