no! sleep! till belgium!

During all four of my pregnancies, somewhere towards the beginning of the third trimester I started suffering from middle of the night panic/anxiety attacks and bouts with insomnia. I would be dog tired and head to bed right after tucking in the kids, around 8pm, watch a little netflix or read a book for an hour, and then attempt to sleep.

Sometimes I would fall asleep right away, only to be woken up around 2am, were I would lay in bed and worry about stuff and nothing in particular until Michael would hop in the shower around 6am.

Other times I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep at all, secretly hating my husband snoring next to me, who would fall asleep within 5 minutes of hitting the sheets (which, even on the most relaxing of days how is this even possible?). I would lay there wide awake until around 3am, praying to God to turn my brain off like a switch.

I always thought it was the pregnancy hormones keeping me up, but now I’m finding out it’s just me. Apparently I’m a pretty cool cucumber during the waking hours, but turn into a Nervous Nelly once the sun goes down.

Because you know what? It’s baaaaaaaaaaack. Same as it was before, thankfully with less Elton John and a whole lot more Zac Brown Band.

This 3 year trip has turned into my 5th pregnancy, complete with opposite nesting-syndrome and all. I’m currently in my 3rd trimester with this growing baby, and looking forward to birthing a beautiful waffle baby in less than three months.





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