PB&J Toast

My bedtime has officially changed from 1am to 11pm.  I am just getting too exhausted with all this broken sleep. I have spent too many mornings lying on my couch, unable to move.  I think that although Taylor is sleeping through the night, I am waking up a few times a night--Either to urinate my lungs out, turn over from an uncomfortable position (that, by the way, leaves my pelvic bone feeling paralyzed), to slap my husband out of the snoring state, or to listen closer to a sound I had heard over the monitor.  It feels that each morning, at least until noon or so, I am left feeling utterly exhausted and I don't know how to fix that.

And, yes, I've heard the saying, "Just wait until Gabby is here. You really won't be getting any sleep." Trust me, I am no stranger to sleepless nights--I've been doing it since 3 months before Taylor was born. The only difference will be that I will not be pregnant, and therefore no longer uncomfortable and I will have my energy back. What each mom forgets, once their children grow, is that there is a strange burst of energy you get when you have a newborn.. Yes, you are exhausted beyond all belief--but it's like there is this underlying energy that no one ever told you would save your sanity. Two hours at a time every night isn't so bad.. It really isn't--Not compared to this anyway. :)

And, as excited as I am to go to church today, all I can think of is that I'm going to miss my napping opportunity today because Taylor normally sleeps through the service. And while this normally a blessing, my eyes can barely keep themselves open today, and all I want to do is lie down on the couch and pass the heck out.

In conclusion... exhaustion. :)