The triple threat of acupuncture, exercise and Zoloft has much improved my sleep struggles of the last year. Something though has made the last three nights awful. The first night I thought it must have been the evening exercise--how dare I try to get my run in after dinner and expect the sleep four hours later! The next night I thought, I guess that's what happens when you don't exercise at all (that and when your husband snores like there is no tomorrow). Last night I watched (bad) baseball, baked my cakes for the neighborhood bake sale, took a bath with lavendar and crawled into my bed barely able to keep my eyes open. I couldn't get comfortable. I felt a little nauseous. I tried the bath and book thing again. Then Gman's work phone went off. I couldn't find the right combination of covers-too hot, too cold, too hot, too cold over and over and over. Eventually the phone rang again and Gman got up, dressed and went to work (I think, at least the getting dressed part is true). Sometime later he came in and told me he'd take care of the girls this morning, bless him.
The only thing I can figure is the dread I am feeling about this weekend is keeping me up--my parents visiting, soccer double header, unloading a semi trailer full of girl scout cookies, sorting said cookies, bake sale, refreshments for church. Feels like an extension of the week, not a break from it. And yippee for me, today I get to go to my gyno to see what the heck is going on with my lady garden. I had an ultrasound 2.5 weeks ago (and no, I am certainly NOT pregnant!) and have called for results FOUR times and no one has returned my calls. I keep telling myself that if there was anything wrong I'd have heard about it.
Sleep, where are you when I need you?