Eight . . .

Eight . . .

 

That's the number of times I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night last night.

In case you were wondering...not a lot of efficient sleep happens when you get up eight times to pee.

Not only is the interruption annoying, but falling back asleep doesn't happen the quickest.

When you do fall back asleep...it's almost time to pee again!!

Don't get me wrong...I know I complain a lot.

Underneath all of the complaints, though, lies a happy momma.

A momma that knows that her little rugrat is healthy and active in there.

A little rugrat that is having a blast with her bladder.

I wouldn't mind if he would flip over or find a new organ to beat up on, though.

That'd be a nice change of pace...

In the meantime, though, I guess naps on the couch after work will be my friend.

My husband is loving and understanding enough to not give me heck for napping.

He encourages it...he even not so secretly turns the alarm I set off so that I can get as much sleep as my body will allow in the light of day (which is surprisingly a lot - most times 2-3 hours!).

He doesn't even complain if I nap pass the normal supper time.

I got pretty lucky.

He's a pretty amazing guy.

To thank him I should probably stop at Fareway to get some good food for the house...

...even though it is packed because they're having some awesome 2-day deals.

We'll see if I still feel like being a good wife at noon when I get off work.