Last night had to be the worst night of insomnia since I got pregnant. And that’s saying a lot.
Went to bed at midnight, like usual, but tossed and turned until 2am, when my stomach started growling so much that I got out of bed for a snack. I decided to take my pillow with me and shut the bedroom door to spare poor Hubster from a bad night of sleep. After Cheerios, cheese, chocolate and two hours of Netflix-watching, I was finally tired enough to doze off. I woke up a ton of times because sleeping on the couch is not the most comfortable place. (Although, these days I’m not really comfortable anywhere.) Then at 9:30am, I woke up and was unable to fall back asleep. My hips are in agony. I’m exhausted. Oh, and because I didn’t get enough sleep, I get to deal with some morning-sickness-like nausea today. Woohoo.