Rip Van Winkle Wannabe

Do any of you have snoring spouses?

I didn't.  I was lucky.  Until Christmas.  Suddenly my silent bed partner turned into a wake me up out of a deep sleep bed partner.  

And he's still here.

At first he blamed it on congestion.  And I bought it seeing as he was actually sick.  But even since the "sickies" left, the snoring remains.  What's up with that?

I've been having to get up in the middle of the night and move to the guest room.  A guest room where I haven't put sheets back on the bed since we last had guests.  They're in the room, mind you.  Just not on the bed.  So I've been sleeping on top of the comforter, using the sheets as blankets, and sleeping with my robe on because it's so cold.  

Poor, lazy me.

But seriously.  What can I do about this?  I am beyond sick of leaving my warm bed in the middle of the night.  And I know Matt feels really bad.  Do those Breathe Right Strips work? 

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That couple looks really peaceful, huh?  Oh how I want that.

So what's a sleepy mama to do?

My Little Sleeper

Whose little girl slept 6 1/2 hours two nights in a row??

This girl!

Daddy and I could not be more excited!  All those books that said 6 weeks was the magic age?  Well, they were right.  I did not appreciate that "advice" (if you can even call it that) when she was 2 weeks old and not sleeping more than 2 hours.  Now, I get it.

Fingers crossed that this trend continues!

Sleep Deprived

All my life I've had trouble sleeping. When I was younger, it would take me hours to get to sleep. My mom deemed me the "night owl" of the family. I would stay up really late, roaming the house for someone to talk to...and then sleep until late afternoon. A lot of the night I would just lie in my bed and think. I also rarely slept through the night. It was normal for me to wake up 5-10 times to adjust or peek at the clock.

Early in my relationship with Matt, I didn't sleep for other reasons. Okay, now get your heads out of the gutter! Here's the thing. Because Matt lived in Virginia and I lived in Indiana, we only got to see each other for long weekends once every couple of months. I would literally lie in bed and watch him sleep all night. I didn't want to waste a single second of my time with him sleeping. I just wanted to be with him...to feel his arms around me and have him close. It was something I got so little of and wanted more than anything. This would be especially tough on my last nights with him. I would just stare at the clock, watching my time with him slip away until the alarm would ring and I would be forced to leave the place I wanted to be the most.

These days, things are different. I no longer experience the trouble I used to have getting to sleep. Sure, there are days when I'm not super tired, but it is no where near like it used to be. I'm comfortable. I'm where I belong. I truly believe this is the reason for my improvement.

I will admit, it is still a rarity for me to sleep through the night. Perhaps I'm just restless. I'm used to it by now and it doesn't really bother me. I'm also a constant checker of the clock. Except this morning...

I woke up, chilled by the ceiling fan...and reached for more blanket. I settled into a nice, warm, comfortable position closer to my husband and closed my eyes to continue sleeping away the night. In rare form, I didn't look at the clock seeing as there was no way it was even remotely close to being the time to wake up. My eyes had been closed no more than 2 seconds when the alarm clock rang.

Not cool Monday. Not cool.