So apparently the third trimester is going to be about not getting any sleep. I know, I know, I should just get used to the sleep deprivation before baby gets here. But easier said than done.
My pregnancy has been pretty textbook this far. Almost the day that my second trimester started, the queasy feeling that had been gripping my tummy for three months abated as the clock struck midnight. The first week one might start feeling Braxton Hicks contractions was the week my uterus decided to go into heavy training for the upcoming main event. Even my boobs have anted up on schedule, overcoming the confines of their holsters and ecking out droplets of colostrum whenever they please.
So it should be no surprise that the first night of my third trimester, I would get no sleep. Well NO sleep is a bit of an exaggeration, but when you need a pee break three times a night, and now it takes you around an hour to get back to sleep after said pee break... well it feels like NO SLEEP!
And of course, this baby is fucking with me. As I walk around during my busy days, it lulls the baby to sleep and I feel only the odd aerobics session after I eat. However at night... at night the baby wants to party. This baby karate chops and jazzercizes. This baby does the "What a Feeling!" flashdance in my womb. This baby is slowly trying to hammer it's way out with tiny fists and heels.
So at least while I lie awake, I have some entertainment. I'm trying to teach the baby to punch or kick on cue when I tap my belly in a certain spot. Sounds dumb, but it keeps me from bawling in the middle of the night as I stare up at the ceiling.
It's been four nights. I am such a zombie right now.