Who needs sleep right?
Turns out I do. I don’t just need sleep, I love it. If someone said “Melina, the fate of the world depends on you sleeping for 12 hours a night” I’d respond “you can count on me!”
So needless to say, I was a tad upset this morning (and I mean EARLY morning) when Mr. Bean decided at 2 am to start a vigorous calisthenics routine that went on until around 6:30 am. I swear, if I strained my ear enough, I could hear the faint notes of the Pointer Sisters “Jump for my Love” blasting out of my uterus as Mr. Bean flexed and kicked and strained. I kept flashing to the bottle of NyQuil in my medicine cabinet and weighing the pros and cons of taking just a sip to knock the little guy out without harming him. Don’t worry, my motherly instincts kicked in and I didn’t take any.
Now a lot of people have told me “yeah, your body is getting you ready for when the baby is here” or “get used to it, sleep will be a fond distant memory”. So I understand the logic of all that, doesn’t mean I have to like it though right?
Anyways, since you probably all have it stuck in your head now that I’ve mentioned it, and to put us in a better mood, here’s to jumping: