The thing about sleep.

We all need it. We thrive on it. A good eight hours can really do wonders. So why does it seem to be so hard to come by? For me, a baby in the belly and a toddler in her “big girl” bed have wreaked havoc on my REM. I don’t do well with sleep deprivation. Ask Jared. He hears it from me too many times a day, poor guy. My back aches, my hips ache (no I’m not 75), and Piper has decided that middle-of-the-night play dates with the exercise ball (among other sneaky antics) are fun and appropriate. What’s a girl to do? I only have a few months left for some quality sleep before little nugget really throws a wrench in it. I feel like I should be hibernating, stocking up some good hours to pull from when times are really rough. Alas, it looks as though that won’t be happening.

So please, all you veterans of sleep deprivation - tell me I’ll survive. Tell me that someday I’ll miss those middle of the night rendezvous with my babies (I know I will).  Tell me that I’ll be a better woman because of it. Tell me my mind won’t be lost and my circadian rhythms won’t be off beat forever. Lie to me if you must, because today I just can’t handle the truth.

And that’s the thing about sleep.