As if it’s not already unfair that I’m pregnant and huge and wake up every 12 seconds to pee, my daughter has decided to stop sleeping. And she figures that if she’s not sleeping, she might as well trod down the dark staircase to my room and wake me up as well.
Last night, she came down at 2 am because she couldn’t find her sunglasses. You know, cause it’s super sunny in her room in the middle of the night.
At 3 am, she wanted to tell me that she didn’t like her pajama shirt. It wasn’t as pretty as the one that was in the wash.
And, at 4 am, she wanted to see if Jack (our dog) was sleeping on his dog bed.
All superimportant middle-of-the-night ventures as you can see.
I’m going nuts. She’s tired. My husband is cranky. I’m tired and cranky and flat-out mad that I’m already losing sleep and my baby hasn’t even been born yet.
Does anyone have any advice?
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