23-10-2009 - What a difference a good nights sleep makes!

My mood while writing this blog: floating on air

Yesterday was cram packed of stuff - attending DD3 charity breakfast morning, visiting midwife, collecting DD3 from school after bullying incident, dissecting my blood monitor readings with diabetic midwife by phone, notifying car insurance of insulin, rowing with my payroll for messing up my wages again, driving round searching for DD2 when she didnt come home from school on time, taking DD1's paperwork to the children's hospice where she is doing volunteer work next week (building up her portfolio for entrance to med school), then dragging DD1 on to supermarket to push the trolley for me, then organising/coaching DD1, 2 & 3 how to make home made restaurant style quality indian dinner from scratch ( I wasnt about to stand for 3 hours blending, stirring and cooking various curry pastes, THAT would be a recipe to break my waters!) so that dinner was on the table for DH when he came in.

Bed rest, nope didn't see a scrap of it yesterday! But I did enjoy my dinner even though my blood sugar levels paid for it an hour afterwards, I finally felt like I was welcomed back into my own life.

I havent been sleeping well for a while what with having to eat every 3 to 4 hours, and suffering from heartburn, blocked nose and choking myself awake every 20 minutes or so, and had been asking DH to get me some nasal strips called "Breathe Right" as all the facial steamers, breathing bowls and chest rubs in the world have done wonders for my skin but nothing about suffocating in my sleep!

As I had DD1 to drag the trolley around the supermarket, I was able to have a jolly good look for these strips. I found them, but was mortified at the cost £12 for a pack of 30 strips, but as they were on special I thought I would take a gamble.

I put the strip on about an hour before I wanted to go to bed so I had a chance to get used to it, and I felt a difference straight away. I was a bit skeptical that it might be a psychosematic response, but thought I might aswell slather myself in chest rub as usual.

DH and I went to bed at midnight, and to my amazement I woke up at 5.30 busting for the toilet rather than choking up half a lung, DH was still asleep even as I stumbled my way across the creaky floorboard to the bathroom.

I went back to bed, and got back to sleep almost straight away. I actually DREAMED for the first time in ages. I was trying to fed Zach but he was crying and pummelling me with his little fists, and my milk was shooting out in all directions all over the place, and had half filled up his mouth, and I was stroking his cheek trying to tell him to swallow and then he eventually gave in swallowed and latched on and settled down. The dream was so real, I was a bit disappointed to wake up and still find my gigantic belly propping up the bed covers like an overinflated beachball. But all in all I had slept for nearly 9 hours.

Thankfully, DH has work tonight, and all the kids are off as for Teacher Training Days before the half term next week. DH said he didnt hear me choke, cough or snore once last night and wondered if I had slept downstairs, I said I hadn't. Just by looking at him, I could tell that he had had a much better nights sleep to and with his health worries 9 hours sleep will certainly not do him any harm.

I must admit I feel so chilled out, everyone is going to have a lazy morning before I get the kids started on their chores, but I actually feel like I could float round the house like a domestic godess and nest like there is no tomorrow. DH said that if I did try and nest there would be no tomorrow as I would have my waters break by lunchtime. So I will stick to safely orchestrating things from the sidelines.

Trouble is I can't wait to wish the rest of the day away, to put my nasal strip on again tonight. Is it wrong of me to look forward to bedtime already???