Sunshine Day
My whole life, since birth, I was a night person. I was born at 1:31am, I rarely slept at night (sorry mom), and throughout my childhood/teenage years, I would either read or watch tv well into the wee morning hours before going to sleep and waking up at whatever hour to do it all again. In and post-college, I rarely went to bed before 2, and almost never before 12 and, other than work days when i had to get up, I would sleep as late as humanly possible…usually into the afternoon. It was just how I functioned. Who didn’t in their 20s!
In my old (ahem) age, as well as in this pregnancy, not only can I NOT do that (can you say asleep on the couch by 10?), but I look very forward to the mornings. First being that you just get so much more done when you wake up early! I never realized that before! (Look ma, I’m a grown up!!) I mean, we have a built in alarm clock in Jessa, so even on weekends, we’re up by 7:30ish, but even when I’m on my own…I’ll wake up fairly early because I just get antsy if I don’t! Like, oh no! The day’s wasted!!
Second because I feel worlds better in the morning, preggo wise. Less full, less stretched, less uncomfortable. Tired, because I likely didn’t get enough sleep with tossing and turning, and very Braxton-Hicks-y because I’m dehydrated, but still so much more comfortable. I have to remind myself of this at night when I’m wishing something would stretch a little more to give way for my massive belly and I’m all teary eyed to Jonny saying, I’m just so uncomfortable!! I must remember that morning is almost an entirely different feeling…still with its own discomforts, but somewhat refreshed and energized. I can deal with it all in the morning. Nighttime, not as much.
Funny how things change!
