Not quite sure how the rest of this pregnancy will go as its getting harder and harder to find a sleeping position I'm comfortable in. PLUS, the fact that I'm surrounded by a SYMPHONY of noises. Between the dogs and Rick snoring..its no wonder I finally had a nuclear meltdown.
Oh sure, one can blame it on the hormones which I am totally chalking it up to because otherwise I would sound downright insane.
Picture this...waking up on a saturday morning at 3:30 am to pee what feels like 5 gallons of liquid, then crawling back into bed but you have to climb over Layla and a ginormous preggy pillow to get somewhat comfortable. THEN...as you position yourself to get all snuggly again...your eyes POP wide open from the unbearable, almost non-human-like noise protruding into the dead of the morning which is snarling out of the drool filled mouth of the man who impregnated you. In this case, my husband...so completely OBLIVIOUS to the fact that I'm tossing and turning (ok, practically jumping on his head) to stop whatever noises are coming out of his mouth. Practically suffocating him with part of my preggy pillow, THINKING about stuffing my sweatshirt over his face then realizing not a good idea because he could choke and then I'm left with 2 dogs and 2 kids...then after poking, pushing, shaking and nudging him to stop - I couldn't help it....I started to cry. Okay - more like a hysterical, sleep-deprived cry. Because before I knew it...It was freaking 5:30 am...
I lost it..the dogs woke up (as they normally do). I jumped out of bed and started screaming. Not sure what I was saying exactly but it definitely had something to do with how I couldn't sleep and how he doesn't care about anything but himself...blah.blah.blah.
I think, no I remember, I threw a tantrum. Screaming. Crying. Throwing anything I could pick up. I was POSSESSED. I mean, I knew I lost it but I couldn't stop...its like something took over me. Oh, Rick for sure was wide AWAKE at that point. I think he was so scared of what was happening, he tried consoling me but you can't console CRAZY. Finally I think it was way past 6 at this point...I crawled back into bed at Rick's urging. I complied only because I was so deliriously tired...poor guy stayed awake until I fell asleep so I wouldn't hear his snoring.
I mean...what's a pregnant girl (WITH TWINS I may add) gotta do to get some peace and quiet?
Can't believe it's been 15 weeks today! Some days fly by and other days can't go fast enough...only 25 weeks to go!
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