Tomorrow, I Buy Earplugs.
Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry! I did not mean to cause such a kerfluffle by password protecting that last post. I posted it last night, unprotected, and then this morning became uncomfortably paranoid but didn’t want to delete it, exactly, and I noticed the handy little “password protect post” field and there you are. Curiously (or actually, not at all curiously, more characteristically), my reason for protecting that post was not concern for my job, but rather worry that it might hurt the feelings of my immediate boss if he stumbled upon it. Any ire I am currently feeling toward my company is directed well above his head at the High Bosses; he has been very good to me. Though obviously, my need to protect the tender emotions of others is entirely out of control, as evidenced by the fact that I spent my afternoon worrying about whether I will hurt Dr. Schrodinger’s feelings when he finds out I am leaving him for a perinatology practice (about which more later).
Anyway, I will send out the password to those who request it, but the post wasn’t terribly dramatic, I promise. I will use the same password in the future to discuss work, by which I mean waffle between and overanalyze my choices regarding post-babies career, childcare, etc.
I know! I’ll bet you can hardly wait!
So, I was up from one to four a.m. last night, thanks to:
1. My husband’s breathing
2. Our new upstairs neighbors
3. Some witchy combination of pregnancy insomnia, heartburn, and blind hormonal rage
You wouldn’t think Scott’s breathing could make me consider shaking him awake and screaming “I WANT A DIVORCE!” and I suspect that under normal circumstances it would not have. But something about the second trimester brings out the crazy in me. Luckily I managed to restrain myself (if you take some liberties with the definition of “restrain”), instead opting to first violently manually close Scott’s gaping mouth and then tear my (many) pillows from the bed and drag them dramatically to the couch, where I tried to fall back asleep, only to be assaulted by a heavy bass line shuddering through the ceiling AT TWO THIRTY IN THE MORNING, at which point I made some animal-like noise and thrashed about on the couch having a tantrum. Things only went downhill from there.
All this to say that I am exhausted, and I am going to bed. Now.
22 Comments
i’d like the password. i definitely wanna be all up in this business about post-baby work plans.
not having a hot time myself tonight. its either watch Happy Feet while drunk AND on muscle relaxers or try to sleep with the newly-acquired kitten using my shoulder area as her personal pacifier.
(OMG! Need cat advice! She does that “woolsucking” thing but she will only do it on my shirt. Only. My. Shirt. This was cute when I brought her home but what about when she’s 14 years old?! ANYONE?!)
(PS - vet says, no, woolsucking cats do not grow out of the woolsucking…)
(PPS - not to totally overtake your blog. you just know cats. and maybe someone else knows cats too.)
Arggg, the breathing, I know how you feel! I’ve wanted to smother my fiance a few times. I suffer from heartburn terribly at night. Gaviscon has been my best friend during this pregnancy. I hope you sleep better tonight. I’d like the password too!
I do the same exact thing when outside forces (or internal for that matter) are keeping me awake. The fury! Since having my first child, I sleep with a pillow over my head. And I can’t seem to break that particular (peculiar) sleep association.
I feel your pain re. both the breathing and the neighbors…OMG the upstairs neighbors. Don’t get me started.
When I was pregnant I slept in the guest room for several months. I just couldn’t sleep with all the snoring the hubs does. Now that I’m a mom and exhausted all the time I can sleep through it.
Would like the password… years back (like 9) I danced thru the pregnancy/career mess and would love to stay apprised as you do the same…
I guess I caught the last post before it went password protected, but I would like the password for future work posts; thanks!
Password please!
And also, over the counter zantac helped me a lot and my (very conservative) OB said it was ok.
Oooh, password, please! Am not your boss! ;-)
I also become strangely angry when prevented from sleeping, and I can’t even blame it on pregnancy. Darn.
I actually read the post (bloglines picked it up before the password went up) but by the time I clicked over to comment it was pwp and I was too lazy…anyway, I’d love the password. It’s a tough, tough call, all this work/baby stuff. Though it helps to be treated fairly.
Ah the work/baby care kerfuffle.
I had one of those - would love the password, please…
Sleeplessness was certainly the hallmark of T2 for me first time around. Drove me nuts - the spousal snoring didn’t help any either. Luckily, our couch was very comfy.
I’d like the password, too, if you don’t mind.
After months on Pariet, I’m suffering my first day of terrible heartburn in over a year. I’d forgotten how much it sucks. Hope you’re feeling better now.
i understand the sleeping thing, it\’s a Flotsam thing, never have them all sleep in the same room
i would not call it musical
Second trimester, eh? Nice words they are :)
J
My husband snores like a buzz saw. Your post made me realize I might just be in for some serious marital troubles when we finally get pregnant!
Oooh, any chance I could have it? I looked up Title IIV thinking maybe you were trying to weed out the dimmer of your readers, a group I determined I most definitely belonged to as I could not figure out the password.
Oh, and the hormonal rae, good lord do I feel your pain. So irrationally annoyed lately.
Earplugs really do help - I’ve been using them for years! (I’d love to have the password)
Delurking to say, I too would like the password if your still giving it out.
My snoring got so bad during my last pregnancy, my husband started sleeping in the guest room.
Our boy is now 8 Months, and he still sleeps in there most of the time; we just got used to it I guess. We have a perfectly healthy, happy, intimate, relationship, . I always joke with him that people who say “separate bathrooms” are the key to a happy marriage are wrong; Separate master bedrooms are the key;)
For me, it’s the husband’s snores and the dogs scratching. Ugh. And it always gets worse either around 3aam - the hardest time for me to fall back to sleep - or 40 minutes before the alarm goes off - not even really enough time to fall back to sleep after waking up irritated.
We got rid of the upstairs/downstairs neighbors - we simply have a few motorcyclers who live a few doors down and go to work very early. Ugh.
I’d like the password too please.
password please.
you make me laugh so much, thanks!