Misery....Did Not Want Any Company Last Night!

Last night was close to one of the most miserable nights I have spent in my entire life.

My discomfort factor has shot through the ceiling and I am literally counting the days at this point. Whilst I do not want Gidget to come any earlier, I do...well I'd like her to vacate her current premises. There comes a point when there is just no more room. We have reached that point. As a matter of fact, I'm sure there is a neon sign on my ass which reads;

*WARNING* *WARNING* Maximum capacity has been reached!

Only I can't see it because it's grown so large, as has the rest of me, that it's impossible to tell what exactly is going on back there aside from massive growth.

But this whole discomfort thing had me crawling the walls last night. Sleep, well it wasn't even on the docket for my evening. Not only was I completely unable to get comfortable, I had trouble breathing which led to some sort of panic/anxiety attack and in turn made my heart start to race. I would fall asleep but not a deep, recuperative sleep (thanks Lindsay Wagner for reminding me of that phrase!), and only for about 10 minutes. But I was aware that not only was I uncomfortable but my sinuses, mouth and nose were totally dried out and yet I was congested at the same time.

Then Gidget would start to move around, poke, prod, jab...poke, prod, jab....again and again for about 2 hours.

And of course we can't leave out the famous pregnancy bathroom trips. I have lost count as to how many times I get up in the middle of the night to use the loo.

From 12am to 5:30am I was about to go insane. I tried everything. Pillows, the sofa, the glider, the kitchen table, the floor, the computer desk chair....nothing worked. Not only could I not get comfortable, but I was unable to fall into any sort of deep sleep anywhere I tried.

Finally, at about 7:30 after crying for almost 2 hours, I propped myself in bed with 11 (stop rolling your eyes, so what, we've got a lot of pillows!) pillows, got out my new Anne Rice book, and I fell asleep sitting up whilst reading. And being so totally exhausted, my little "piggy snores" didn't even wake me up.

What's a "piggy snore" you ask? Well, normally I don't snore, at all. But since becoming pregnant, if I fall asleep sitting up, like in the car for instance - and Gareth, we don't really need any commentary from you about the drive to NYC!- my mouth drops open and I have these little piggy snores. I don't know how else to describe them. They are not big, long, drawn out Grandpa snores....but rather short little snorts. Piggy snores.

I finally rolled out of bed around 11am this morning and was in a pretty foul mood. It's taken me most of the day to get with it and cheer up a bit and as it gets nearer and nearer bed time, I'm terrified that I'm going to have another night like last night.

I do think that one of the contributing problems is how dry the house is. I recall last winter, whilst there was a lot of snow, the homes do become dry, I guess because the heating is on so much. Well this winter and my home are no exceptions. I suppose a humidifier purchase is going to become mandatory in the next couple of days. I do recall reading in one of the many baby books I've either bought or been given since becoming pregnant, that a humidifier is a good idea to have in the house with an infant. So, we'll see what I can get my hands on.

I guess I'm thankful that Gareth is in Manhattan for a couple more weeks, because my misery only would have worried him and then upset him because there was nothing he could do. And I probably would have said "stupid things that only pregnant women say to thier husbands during tantrums". In all likelyhood, I just would have kept him awake as well, and there's no reason at all for him to have been made miserable either.

Here's to a better night tonight and another day marked off the countdown calendar!