True Love - Part 2

I have always been a highly committed sleeper. I will confess that when in college I would go out to dinner with my friends, then walk over to the movie theater with them, stand in line... and then when they went in to the movie I would go home and sleep. :c) I loooooooooooooooove my night sleep, I love my naps, I love it all.

So discovering that I suffer from pregnancy insomnia was a shock and a terror, indeed. Anyone who knows me knows that if I don't get my sleep I'm a disaster zone. The last few months of Jed's pregnancy pretty much consisted of bloodshot eyes, dragging feet, and general cranky malaise.

There is ONE thing that helps, though.

My true love.

The best thing in the world for pregnancy induced insomnia is right next to me in bed. I have explicit instructions to wake him up at any time of night, when I can't sleep, for a back rub -- sometimes several times a night. Usually the poor man is only half conscious, but somehow his back rubs are MAGICAL. Someone his hands gently pull all the stress of exhaustion from me, lulling me into a quiet state of relaxation, until I slowly drift off to sleep.

And this hasn't been just a few times. My sweet, wonderful, magnificent man has probably awoken hundreds of times to a sobby mess of an exhausted wife. Every time he is kind, compassionate, understanding. And he puts me back to sleep. That's true love.