9 Glorious Hours...

of sleep last night! It was so nice to finally just rest and actually sleep in a little. I think my problem was just jet lag after all.

I am treasuring sleep right now because I know once the little one is born, I will not get to sleep as much as I normally do. Which is a lot. I can sleep anywhere, much to Matt's embarrassment. In cars, on planes, at friends houses after dinner, on our couch after dinner. I'm not proud. I'm just sleepy. A sleepasaurus is what he calls me. And I'm afraid that creature will go extinct once the baby is born.

I'm sure I'll manage okay, but I know it will be hard. I am a 10pm - time for bed sort of girl who sleeps uninterrupted all night long. Before being pregnant, if I had to actually think about going to sleep before I got to sleep I considered it an off night. If I woke up in the middle of the night, I considered it an off night. Now that I am pregnant, I'm waking up usually at least once in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and if I move around I have to then eat something because baby is threatening nausea if I don't. But, normally I can lay back down and drift off again without any problems.

Matt on the other hand cannot sleep. He gets to sleep alright it seems, but then the slightest disruption and he is up again. Usually (and especially lately) that disruption is me. Apparently, I have been known to hit him the face while rolling over. Now, I realize that getting hit in the face while dead asleep usually rouses the average guy, but he also wakes up at the slightest touch. Another thing I'm fond of doing is searching out his body heat. I can't help it if my feet are icicles, but he is as toasty as a hot water bottle and it's nice to snuggle up. But, he hates it. My late night potty trips are his latest nuisance and he often wakes up in the morning with grumpy pants on and recounts for me just how many times I was up in the middle of the night (as if I didn't know). Aw, bless. How is he going to sleep through a crying baby? Lord knows.

He has actually been very good so far as the daddy-to-be. I am usually the one to make dinner, but lately I have no energy at the end of the day. He has made dinner more than me lately and even goes so far as to read my recipes so he gets it just like I make it. He's a keeper. :-)

Today's is Valentines day. Matt and I don't make too big a deal about this holiday, but he did pop out and bring me back some roses and yummies from Sprungli and did help me clean the house. I managed to scrub our hardwood floors (yuck) and get the laundry done, but did not get to my office or go through the wardrobe. Guess it will have to wait until tomorrow.

I will relax and read a bit tonight. Matt is out in town watching his Rugby. I think I'm quite lucky that I'm not married to a sports freak - he only wants to watch England play at Rugby, Football (soccer), and Athletics (track and field). I am sure when we move to the US, he'll pick up a fancy for those sports as well and I'll loose him to the game on Sunday's and Monday's (and whatever other days they play). At least then it's more sociable and usually at someones house.

Bye for now!