Seriously, the quiet is unnerving tonight. M went to bed early, and of course PJ is sleeping, so I’m the only one still awake.
The temperature outside is that perfect balance between hot and cold, so our a/c isn’t running and we don’t have any fans on either. I have all the TV’s off, and even the refrigerator isn’t humming at the moment. The crickets have stopped chirping with the cooler weather, and the neighbor’s dog is inexplicably silent.
I’m jumping at every creak and crack. I can hear M’s snoring/heavy breathing all the way across the house. It’s that quiet.
This is creepy. Almost makes me understand why Halloween happens at this time of year.
On the bright side, it’s only midnight and I’m starting to get sleepy. I’ve already gone through the first few stages of the last few nights’ sleep routine. I fell into a drowsy nap without meaning to about 9:00, then spent my second wind reading. When M collapsed into bed early, I followed him to make sure he was all right. I couldn’t go to sleep, of course, so I headed back out here to do my nightly blogging. If everything follows the usual schedule, I should be asleep within another half an hour or so. Imagine that…falling asleep before 2! I can only dream.
I have been so incredibly tired the last couple of days, like if I let myself stop moving for even a few minutes, I would fall dead asleep. Yet I can’t fall asleep at night–insomnia. I’m still getting enough sleep throughout the day, so I’m not exhausted for lack of sleep. Hmmm, what other reasons are there for such extreme fatigue? One jumps to mind. I hope I’m not reading too much into it, but when I consider the sleepiness in combination with the sore boobs (even though I’m still breastfeeding, they’re more sore than normal), I have to wonder. Those were the first two signs I was pregnant with PJ, and I’m hoping they mean the same thing this time.
I won’t know anything until the middle of next week, though, so I’m trying not to get my hopes up. I’ve had too many false alarms already.