I am at that point of pregnancy where sleep has become elusive--I'm just too big to get comfortable, I need to use the bathroom frequently, or I'm just too dang hot. I've long thought that this was the worst aspect of pregnancy, especially since once the baby comes sleep doesn't happen very often either. I've never had a prenatal massage, but I hear that they have special tables with a hole cut out for your tummy. Lately I've been fantasizing about getting one. I'm tired.
The other day, after we had eaten and showered and were dressed, but before we needed to be anywhere, I was especially tired and lay reading on the couch. It was early--maybe 9 am? Emma came up to me and wanted something, and I just replied, "Mommy's tired." She disappeared upstairs, and I figured she went up to the playroom. But she came back a few minutes later, announcing, "Here's stars blankie." She proceeded to lay said blankie on top of me. Then she got Shadow, her stuffed dog, and lay him next to me, like we do to her when we put her to bed. At this point my book was still open, so she felt the need to do more than hint: "Close eyes, Mommy. Shhhh." Who am I to argue with that? I didn't actually sleep, but I got a nice little rest before we headed out for the day.
Who needs sleep? I do. But I'll settle for a sweet little girl instead.