Last night I pushed myself to stay up until 11:30 in the hopes of getting a decent night's sleep.
At 2:34, I woke up with a really annoying clogged up nose. So I tried to take care of it, of course - I also had to use the restroom in the meantime. Came back to bed, reached for more kleenex, and spilled my nearly full glass of water. On my new slippers that I got for Christmas that are my favorite comfort staple at the moment.
Of course a little bit of potty-mouthing ensued while I had to go to the linen closet to get a towel to soak up the water.
Got back in bed, still had stubborn nose gunk (can't I just pour some Draino down there???). Tried to alleviate it, felt horrible for keeping Aaron awake. Finally got to where I could at least breathe, then the heartburn kicked in. And it was painful.
I gave up.
I got up, took some tums, used my neti pot. By this point I was wide awake. Actually, after spilling the water I was awake.
So I left our bedroom and closed the door hoping that the boy could get some sleep. I popped Amelie (my FAVEorite) in the dvd player, made some hot tea, and let my little snuggler out of her crate. At this point it was a little after 3am and I stayed awake for the whole movie.
Aaron came out as the credits were rolling around 5am, pleading with me to come to bed. Ha, he thought I had just started the movie. He's so cute when he's groggy and unaware. I told him I couldn't sleep and proceeded to watch This is Spinal Tap while I tried intermittently to unclog my stopped up face drain.
By the way, that was the first time I watched that movie in its entirety and I've gotta say, it's not my favorite of the Guest mockumentaries. Had its moments, but meh.
Anyway, around 7 I felt sufficiently tired and that I could breathe well enough to come back to bed. I did, and I slept until 9:07. Woop. Dee. Doo.
I am not thinking I will make it to church today, at least not in a coherent enough state to get anything out of it. Or in a clear-nose enough state to not annoy and gross out people around me.
So, Isaac, I hope you know I must love you a whole lot to be okay with all of this. Too bad you probably won't appreciate this element as much until you have your own preggo wife to look after.
Speaking of which, I think Aaron needs to buy his mom something from Tiffany's for Mother's Day this year. :P
The stuffed nose is SUCH crap! I hated it. In the beginning of my pregnancy I had an episode (which ended so badly after hot and cold flashes and a panic attack that I ended up in emergency only to be told that the flashes were hormonal, hey I didn't know. I thought I had a fever) that made me kick a hole through my wall, and it all started because of my stuffed nose. And the neti pot didn't work for me because you can't pour water through a nose that has been sealed shut or seems to have cement drying inside it. So sister, I FEEL YA!
ReplyDeleteGina B.