Sleeeeeep

Getting up while it is still dark is killing me. It must be psychological, because I'm actually getting the same amount of sleep each night, if not more. Conversely, it seems to be better for Terri, who has been able to sleep through the distraction of having a small human living in her belly - stomping on her bladder and punching her kidneys and spine.

I know I know - it's only going to get worse (much worse) so it's best not to start complaining now. I should be thankful that I get a full night of rest, because these next few weeks will be the last I'll be getting for, well, years. And for someone who values sleep time over pretty much everything else - this is terrifying. As a continuation to the preceding post, I used to log around ten hours of sleep per night all through junior high and high school, and even more on the weekends when I would never even open my eyes before 10:00 AM. If the Olympics had a sleeping event - you're looking at the would-be Michael Phelps.

If the baby is anything like me, we'll have a great sleeper who is unbearably cranky when woken. If the baby is anything like Terri, there will be a tiny bladder that will need tending to several times a night, from birth until university.