11:00 - Ian and I go to bed.
11:30 - We stop chatting about the day and get down to the serious business of trying to sleep.
11:35 - Ian is asleeep.
Midnight - I have to pee. Get up, stumble to the bathroom scattering cats in my wake, and do what I need too. Get back in bed.
12:15 - 2 am - Mind races through various topics. What will Mary look like when she grows up? How will Ian die? How will I die? How will the cats die? Did Ian lock the front door? Did the car doors get locked? What's that sound? I wonder if I could burn down the house and get away with it?
2:15 - Mind slows, doze off slightly.
2:30 - I have to pee. Kick Ian. Get up grumbling and do my business.
2:35 - Step in cat puke on the way back to bed. Curse.
2:45 - Crawl back in to bed. Ian snores. Kick Ian again.
2:50 - 5:15 - Toss, turn. Worry. Grumble. Kick Ian. Wonder about the baby I'm having in June. Is it a boy? Girl? Will Mary like it? Will I die giving birth to it? Will it die? Will it be handicapped because I forgot my pre-natal vitamin before going to bed tonight? I wonder if I can burn down the house without getting caught, or killing the cats...
5:30 - ARGH! Have to pee. Do it.
5:45 - Doze off again. Sweet sweet sleep.
6:00 - Ians alarm goes off. Cry.
6:07 - Alarm again.
6:14 - and again.
6:21 - and again.
6:28 - and again.
6:30 - Ian gets up. Crashes around house getting ready.
6:45 - Doze off.
7:00 - Ian leaves for work, slamming every door on the way.
7:30 - Finally! Sweet sleep takes me away!
8:30 - Mary wakes up. Chats quietly to herself in her bedroom, but still wakes me up.
9:00 - Mary gets impatient, pounds on wall with feet, hands, head, and whatever else she can think of.
9:15 - I stumble, weeping, out of bed and get another happy happy day started.
That was last night. Doesn't it sound like fun? It was a pretty typical night, though I do get an hour or two more sleep most nights. I don't know what it is, maybe my body is trying to prepare me for the inevitable fun of having a newborn and not getting any sleep.