Sleep, or Something Like It
Jun 19, 2009 | Filed Under: Candy's Column,Marcy & Matty | Tags: ZZZZZZZZ
“UGGHHHHERRRRRRRRR!”
Mr. Candy wakes up with a start, looks over at me in utter panic.
“What? What is it? Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I growl. “Just rolling over.”
Mr. Candy, who had already mentally packed my suitcase and mapped out the most direct path to the hospital, seems almost pissed that I woke him out of mere discomfort. I, however, am secretly happy to have woken him up. And may have even “accidentally” nudged him with my foot to make sure he did. Welcome to my world, buddy!
Nothing in bed is easy these days. Not sex (for the sake of my marriage and the lunch you just ate, I’ll refrain from sharing details, but let me just say it is NOT the ménage à trois that men dream of), not general relaxation and certainly not sleep. There is no longer such a thing as a “comfortable” position (I’m talking about SLEEP, people!), so I settle for “kinda tolerable” as I grab most of the comforter and tuck it under my big belly. To make matters worse, our cats rule the household — nay, they rule US — so when Marcy joins us and promptly claims half of the bed as her own, we do not reposition her or remove her from the bed like normal people. No, no, we contort our bodies to accommodate her Fluffy Highness, with Mr. Candy’s knee planted firmly on my rear and my leg dangling from the bed. As we did last night.
Which explains my lovely mood today.
“MOVE, bitch! Get out my way!” I screamed at a fellow walker on Santa Monica Boulevard this morning. Thankfully, the woman obligingly scooted herself and her walker to the side so I could get by. I’d hate to have to open up a can of pregnant whoop ass on an elderly slowpoke. But, hey, that’s how we exhausted baby mamas roll.
Based on conversations I’ve had with other ladies in their third trimester, I’m actually lucky to get as much sleep I do, about six hours a night. However, the quality of sleep is quickly declining and the dreams are getting more off-putting. My dreams of giving birth to talking 30-pound toddlers have given way to a recurring (and less interesting) one in which I am about to graduate from college, only to realize I don’t have enough credits to graduate. Like, omigod! As much as I cherish sleep these days, I am ALWAYS beyond relieved to wake up. I’ve consulted with world-renowned psychiatrist, Dr. Google, to see what this means. He claims this dream often accompanies a rite-of-passage in waking life — and that I may not feel “adequately credentialed” for this new phase.
Well, duh. Kegs, I know how to tap. But babies…? I have NO idea how many cups of beer they can pour.
Eize
says:
They may inspire you to drink more than you did, pre-maternity.
June 19th, 2009 at 4:44 pm -helloandie
says:
man, i remember those days. i couldn’t sleep at all if i didn’t have a fan blowing directly on my feet. weird.
you’ll make it. it’s over soon and after baby starts sleeping through the night you’ll start feeling human again. i’m just finishing up the last bits of dealing with bed wetting and it’s just getting easier and easier every day.
June 22nd, 2009 at 9:35 am -