Glass-half-full optimist that I am, I have spent a fair amount of this pregnancy trying to justify that the crap that is going on with my body and mind right now will somehow prepare me for the Hedgehog's arrival. Because having shoes that don't fit quite right really is an important part of parenting, you know?
But the other night I came to the realization that, at least in some respects, my body really is transitioning into the "schedule" it will maintain once the little one arrives. The light came on after a breastfeeding class we attended on Tuesday night in which I learned that Hedgehog will, in its early days, nurse approximately every 2-3 hours.
Before class I knew hedgehog would be nursing a hell of a lot. I knew a full night's sleep was out of the question. But quantifying it made all the difference in the world.
Because Tuesday night mimicked almost every other night over the past many, many nights of my life.
I couldn't fall asleep when Sweetie did, so I maintained my vigil at the computer with Sweetie asleep beside me and Samson asleep curled up next to my tummy. Around 11:45 or 12:00 I started to contemplate sleep, but realized that I'd need to go pee soon so I might as well stay awake until the bladder beckoned and go to sleep after that.
3:30 am I woke up for my middle of the night emptying of the bladder.
Then around 6:30 or so I was up, once again, and in the bathroom.
Every three hours, imagine that.
I ended up with a couple of naps on Wednesday, to make up for the lack of sleep Tuesday night. Maybe 30-45 minutes each.
So it seems to me as if the Hedgehog is starting to imprint themselves on my circadian rhythms and get my schedule in gear for what it's about to face.
Or maybe I'm just being an optimist again.