Taking on Sleeplessness

This is how I feel now. The last week and a half have been terrible in terms of trying to fall asleep. I don't know whether it is simply that I am not sleepy enough by the time we go to sleep (unlikely, considering we never get to bed on the decent side of midnight), whether the oversized bowling ball that has replaced what used to be a cute little bundi is just making it harder to get comfortable on either the left or right side, or whether this is some twisted bio-psychological preparatory program for the sleepless nights ahead. The one thing I know is not the cause of this sleeplessness is Peanut being overly active. He seems to want to sleep as much as I do during these hours and I'm sure he doesn't appreciate the fact that while he's trying to catch his own bit of shut eye, the movements of his vessel of choice for entering this world are making him roll around like he's in the delicate cycle of a tumble dryer. Sorry Peanut!

Thank goodness Roshan is such a heavy sleeper. Other than last night, when he woke up twice for about 4 seconds each time to ask if I was ok, he has been able to deep sleep right through my inelegant, entirely unseductive and sometimes bitterly angry attempts to get comfortable. It's usually 5am or so when I fall into a semi- sleep state and 7.30am or so when heavy slumber kicks in. Roshan makes me a Milo around that time and sometimes I sit up with my eyes closed, gulp it down and make no complaint when Roshan insists I lie down and go right back to sleep. On those days, I have barely opened my eyes when he's kissed me before leaving for work. Then begins the guilt. This starts around 9.30am when I wake up and realise Roshan's at work, doing what he does to bring home the bacon and I didn't even get him a slice of toast before he left for work. The most I have managed to do on those kinds of mornings before he's left for work is to mumble 'make sure you take the lunch in the fridge, blue box, sorry I'm so sleepy Ro'. Bad, bad wifey. :-(

So tonight I am on a mission to get good sleep. Dr Marci told me to take Benadryl because it's safe to use during pregnancy, but before I give that a go, I am going to try cutting out anything with even a trace of caffeine in it after 5pm or so. So no more tea, Milo or KitKat - hardly what you would call a copious quantity of caffeine, but we'll see if it does the trick. Now that I think about it though, I have to admit that the other night, I indulged in two scoops of yummy, yummy Haagen Dazs coffee ice cream before bed - uh oh!! If the no-caffeine-in-almost-miniscule-quantities policy doesn't work, I am heading out to get that Benadryl. I just can't handle the guilt complex of waking up mid morning and realising Kolla hasn't eaten yet, Roshan is probably starving having only had a banana for breakfast and the work day has been pushed back by two hours! The horror! The horror!

Will keep you posted on how things go with this bedtime battle. Sleeplessness is winning so far, but I'm about to get back in the fight.