sleep, glorious sleep

I’ve been feeling much better lately, and my feelings of anxiety have mostly gone away, but sleep has continued to elude me. It’s a combination of having to pee all the time, being uncomfortable and having really dry eyes. It takes me a while to fall asleep, and I wake up frequently.

Two nights ago I decided to turn my clock off so I wouldn’t know how little sleep I was getting. I’m a real clock-watcher, so I was very much aware of the fact that I was awake almost every hour. Wednesday night I still had a pretty crappy sleep, but since I couldn’t see my clock, I didn’t know how crappy, and it did feel better. Ignorance is bliss.

Then last night was heaven. I got up once to pee, then again when Greg got up, and then I slept in until 8:30! (Which meant Elliot also slept in until 8:30, or at least was quiet until then.) It was wonderful.

I know my nights of sleep are numbered, so I’ll take what I can get over the next couple of weeks.

i’ve stopped washing my feet

Yesterday morning I was in the shower struggling to wash my lower legs and feet without falling over and without squishing Beet too much, and I decided enough was enough. For the next five weeks, I’m not washing my feet. I figure enough soapy residue hits them, I’ll be clean enough.

Some other things that would be nice to stop doing over the next five weeks, but not really feasible:
– No more socks
– No more shoes
– No more work clothes
– No more peeing (okay, not as frequent peeing)
– No more carrying Elliot

truant

I should be at yoga right now. It’s my last class for the session, but I just didn’t feel like going tonight. I haven’t been enjoying it as much as I thought I would, so it’s hard to get my butt out the door. Plus it starts at 7:30 and goes until 9:00. Too long, and too late.

So I went for a short walk instead, which was pretty good. I’m trying to decide whether to sign up for another yoga session or not. If I’m not enjoying it, then why do it. But I’d like to do something active at least once I week, so I’m thinking I might switch to swimming.

focus

When I was pregnant with Elliot I spent a lot of time thinking about the being growing in my belly, and wondering what our little girl or boy would be like, both in looks and in character.

This time around, if I hadn’t been feeling so lousy and getting a bit chubbier, I think I’d almost forget I’m pregnant. With Elliot now such a huge and wonderful part of our lives, the focus is so much on him. Sure, I do wonder about Beet, but it’s much more in the context of Elliot. (Like, how the heck are we going to manage two kids, and how will Elliot react to his new brother or sister?)

I can’t say I’m surprised by this — Elliot is a little boy with a personality and a physical presence outside my body. He can laugh, he can cry, he can hug (boy, can he hug). Beet is still very much an abstract being to me. But I am glad I’m taking a pre-natal yoga class, which is where I had this realization. The class is very much about my body, and as such I am much more aware of my pregnancy, if only for 90 minutes.

And I’m sure as I get bigger and I start to feel Beet moving around, I’ll be that much more aware! 🙂