Lately, ok well not lately. Since I first became pregnant, and after the initial first three months also known as the first trimester, I started having troubles with sleeping. I would get up at 3 or 4 am and play computer games, only to be awaken even more. I’d toss and turn all night while sweating any excess fluids that were in my body. It’s gross to sweat like that, to wake up with your hair all curled up and wavy because sweat poured from your scalp while you slept and your constant turning in the night made your hair stay put in certain places, giving you the wave effect. Only to wake up in the morning and swear that you were born with natural, silk, straight hair. But of course the nightly turning and sweating made sure that the one thing that made your hair more desirable than others was gutted from your existence. 

Then after I delivered, I was for sure thought the dreadful insomnia would stop. Someone once told me that after you have children you never have a good night sleep again. I laughed at the thought and dismissed it, but boy was she right. But of course, Grandmas are always right aren’t they? 

Of course the beginning of motherhood is a whirlwind of sleep, naps, interruptions, feedings and emotions. So that can’t be considered part of the sleeping problem. After the first 2.5 months, my son was sleeping well through the night and there was no need for my attention. Surely I should be getting enough sleep at this point, right?

Night after night, especially since Wade has been born, I can’t sleep. It’s driving me crazy. I wake up at 2, or 3 or 5. Or perhaps all 3. I wake up as if I wasn’t ever sleeping, like waking was just as easy as breathing. Thinking back to teenage years you had to poke and prod me to get out of bed, and now waking up numerous times in the middle of the night is like rainbows and lollipops? It makes me sick. I want to sleep. I want to sleep like a dead man. I want to sleep 8 hours through without me even waking a wink. And while I’m on the list of wants, I also want to be able to fall asleep when I want to fall asleep! I toss and turn, think about the day, think of a big black screen with the letter Z on it, count sheep. Nothing works, until an hour or so later. Sometimes 3 or 4 hours later. 

So here I am at 12:38 pm, trying to think about sleep but all I get is the sun and the rising rooster. So I thought I’d right a little tribute to my lack of sleep, and try to figure out what the deal is. So far? My lack of sleep is contributed to the old saying that Grandma’s are always right. There is no rhyme or reason to my problem. Or is there?