I used to have this friend. This friend was always there for me and always made me feel better. I haven't seen this friend in a while, and I'm trying to get back in touch with them. If anyone knows of this friend's whereabouts, I would be so grateful if you would let them know I am trying to find them.
My friend's name is....SLEEP.
I didn't fall asleep until 6:00 this morning. Between braxton hicks, the need to pee every time I blink, a baby girl that is practicing for the New York City Ballet Company, a pelvis already damaged by four previous kids and this annoying need to breath (which she is making very difficult) - I am not sleeping well.
I do a beautiful dance titled "Me And My Five Pillows"... shove them here... shove them there... prop this... prop that... and still...cannot get comfortable. It's getting quite old and with 10 weeks to go, I'm just hoping I survive.
I even thought to myself, "Oh, I wish she would just be born already!" Then, I come to my senses and know that even the little bit of sleep I'm getting now, is way more than I will get pulling all nighters in the hard rocking chairs at PCMC, next to a very sick little baby, again. (Ignore the run-on sentence...I'm tired, ya know?)
So, I'd like to do a fundraiser...or a sleepraiser, if you will. If everyone would dedicate just one hour of sleep to me, or one mid-day nap, I'd greatly appreciate it. Thanks for your help!