It doesn't take long to realize that when you have kid(s), your blissful days of sleeping are over. Of course as Mason got older, we all fell back into a blissful sleeping pattern of (for Mason) 9pm-8:30a and (for us) 11pm-8:30a.
Mason started preschool and we started getting up at 7:30a. Not too bad. It's not just that we are getting that full 11p-7:30a rest though. Well, especially not me.
This is what a typical night looks like for me right now:
11p-12a: Fall asleep somewhere in here once I am comfortable
2a: Wake up to pee.
[Paul is snoring}
3:30a: Mason comes in our room in a sleepwalking stupor.
4a: Binx the Cat decides to clean his butthole for a good 15-20mins then procedes to puke somewhere in the room.
[Paul snores somewhere in here]
5a: Our neighbors let their 7 obnoxious dogs outside and leave them there to bark until they drag their lazy asses back outside to let them back in. This goes on for at least 30 minutes.
[Paul is still snoring]
6a: Get up to pee again.
7a: Mason comes in the room and makes noises, bugs us to watch a cartoons, wants breakfast, whines, etc. Binx jumps on the bed at the same time and stares at me and purrs until I pet him.
7:30a: We give up and get out of bed.
Wow. After actually writing all that down, it's no wonder I am always tired. I thought the second trimester was one of puppy dogs and rainbows and endless energy! Weeee. Not for me! At least I'll be fully prepared to bring another non-sleeping human into this house. And maybe I'll get a puppy while I'm at it!
I am now 18w5d or something. I think!