I awoke at 5:56am and bolted upright as the realization flooded over me that I had not been awoken once by Scarlet’s grunts in the middle of the night. I slept for close to EIGHT hours straight! EIGHT freakin’ hours, people! This is amazing! I jumped out of bed with glee and felt like dancing a jig. I can’t remember the last time I got a full night of sleep. Before Scarlet was even born, I was waking up regularly throughout the night, either because I was suffocating from the weight of her pushing on my diaphragm or because I needed to pee the microscopic amount of urine that was permitted (space permitting in that abdomen of mine) urgently.
I feel thankful.
And I think I was real, real tired.