Remember how I had been talking about how nice it was that I had been sleeping through the night thus far with little issue, you know, aside from occasionally having to flip over and get up to pee? You know, I had been talking about how last time at the beginning of the 3rd trimester it was next to impossible to get anything close to a full night’s sleep because of comfort issues. It appeared that, so far, it wasn’t going to be an issue this time around.
Well, so much for opening my big, fat mouth and sharing the parts of pregnancy I could get used to.
Over the last few nights it had been building: I can only lay on my sides, and inevitably, one of my hips would start aching and the only way to alleviate it was to flip over. You know, like a steak or a fish fillet in a skillet. Last night I was laying on my RIGHT side and my left hip started aching. And flipping onto that side only made the aching worse. And nothing I did, whether it was flipping over, or sitting up, walking around, stretching, ANYTHING relieved the pain. In fact, attempting to lay on the opposite side tended to make the other hip hurt as well. What. The. Fuck.
Flipping over in the third trimester, mind you, is NO EASY FEAT.
On top of that, I had major stomach issues that were keeping me from staying in my bed for longer than 20 minutes at a time.
So, I had to get up and try and relax my mind and attempt to give my hips a break, or at least another surface to rest on. I ended up in the living room on the couch watching A&E on my laptop. The night was shot; it was 4 am, and I had to get up at 6:30 and get Deven off to school. In my mind, thinking of the safety of both of my children and myself, I knew that even if I did get a couple of hours of sleep, it was probably not the best idea for me to attempt to drive anywhere. So, I thought I would get Deven up for school, and get Vance to drive him.
I took some Tylenol, and was finally able to fall asleep by 5 am.
Vance and I had come to this agreement a while ago: there were going to be days when he would have to get up a little bit earlier and drive Deven to school because I was going to be too sleep deprived to do it myself. He understood this, it appeared, and agreed to it. Despite this, he still acted as though I was just being “dramatic” and trying to “bullshit” him because the school was “only a couple of blocks away” (you know, after you cross two large major roads and some active train tracks.)And apparently, since I wasn’t drooling and lying in a puddle of my own urine, I was fine enough to drive! I just DIDN’T WANT TO!
YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!
I just figured I would put the safety of my family before anything else, including the comfort level of my jackass husband who insists that I am a terrible driver and shouldn’t be trusted behind the wheel of a car in certain situations, unless, of course, he is in ANY WAY inconvenienced.
The last thing that I needed after the shit that I had been through that night was to be accused of being a manipulative liar.
Today, instead of vegging out on the couch and reading or watching a movie, I slept until about a half an hour before it was time to get Deven from school. And then when we got home, Deven went straight to his room to play with his flags. Every time I would open the door to check on him, or give him apple juice , he would demand that I close the door and let him play by himself. Fine. Whatever.
And then at 1:00 Deven and I laid down for our nap and didn’t emerge until 5.
Not how I imagined spending my day.
So here is to a (hopefully) better night’s rest.