This week hasn't been going so well in the pregnancy department. I have had a hard time keeping food and water down again. Brian and I are ready for the end of this after 4.5 weeks.
Recently, I haven't been sleeping well. 10 weeks of pregnancy is a little early to start the sleepless nights, no?
I usually am in bed by 9 at the latest (a full hour earlier than normal) and take awhile to fall asleep. Then I wake up somewhere between 1-3 am. And that is when I have a really hard time falling back asleep and spend the rest of the night tossing and turning while some very vivid and disturbing dreams run through my head. Dreams of the chasing and hurting my family variety. Not really nightmares, because the bad stuff never happens. There's just always the threat it is going to happen.
So I wake up exhausted and anxious. Ready to face the sink or toilet (I like to change things up) and my toddler who seems to have more energy lately. Figures.
The other morning Brian, in all his intimate wisdom, decided to put full-of-evergy-Marion in bed with me so I could rest a bit more. Then, Marion licked me. And, of course, she found it hilarious when I screamed in surprise so she did it again. Where does she get this stuff? Certainly not a relaxing way to wake up. But definitely a story for the baby book!