Goodbye, Sleep!

I have no trouble saying I'm an "8-hour-a-night" kind of girl.  I cherish the days where I can get in bed in the 9PM hour.  I've gone through more sets of bedding in my 28 years than many people would go through in a lifetime.  My bed is my refuge.

Except when it isn't.

Like now.

The going to sleep still isn't a problem.  Oh, I can get in bed and fall asleep 5 minutes later watching a show.  Rob has had to remove the glasses from my face on more than one occasion recently (and tell me about the end of "The Rachel Zoe Project.")

But then I wake up.  Usually at midnight, 2:30, and somewhere between 4 and 5:15.  If I'm lucky I pee and go back to sleep.  If I'm unlucky I toss an turn and ultimately fall back asleep about 15 minutes before my next pee break, where I wake up again.  This has lead to significantly less than than the necessary 8 hours of sleep a night.  For too many nights in a row.  And I don't expect it to change for, what, 6-8 months?  If I'm lucky?

But I want to go on record that I think it is completely unfair that OB/GYNs limit your caffeine intake exactly at the time when it seems like the only way to make it through the day is with cups and cups of Starbucks.  A coffee pot may be on my Christmas list this year.....

And then there are the dreams.  Crazy, wild dreams.  VIVID dreams.  Last night I birthed a teddy bear with a pulse.  The good news was it was an easy delivery.  The bad news was it didn't phase me AT ALL that it was a teddy bear.  I really should start journaling the dreams.  Maybe there is deep hidden meaning in there somewhere. :)