I am not complaining about my baby's sleep habits. More often than not, she is pretty consistent (see earlier post). Plus, I already complained about her habits (again, see earlier post).
This time I am complaining about my own sleep. Why is it, at 2am, the baby is sleeping beautifully, while I am wide eyed and tossing around my bed, mind racing, unable to relax? All I want is sleep! Blissful, dreamless slumber.
Instead I get nothing.
I have never had insomnia before in my life, but now I feel for all those people who suffer from it. It sucks, I wish I could take an Ambien.
Happily, this only happens every other night. The following night I am so exhausted that I have no choice but to sleep. C'est la vie!