Something about only getting 3 1/2 hours of continuous sleep does weird things for your outlook on life.
Last night was definitely the worst pregnancy-sleep night to date. I was able to sleep soundly from around 10pm until 1:45am. After that, it went downhill. Sleep did not find me until well after 3am, I tossed and turned between 4am and 5am, and I woke up around 6:30 with the sinking realization that I would not be going back to sleep.
Last pregnancy, this night would have crushed my soul. But for some reason, I simply accepted my fate of inevitable fatigue for the day. This is a race simulation training day: If I can handle a 2 year old with errands/doctor’s offices during nap/quiet time on 4 hours of sleep, I can survive sleepless nights with an infant.
One thought repeated itself in my head this morning during my shower: “This is the day that the Lord has made; I will rejoice and be glad in it.” For today, for right now, I accept that I am still pregnant – and may remain pregnant for several more weeks. And that’s okay. That sentiment may change tomorrow. But for today, I will try to rejoice in the day that the Lord has made, trust in His timing, and rely on His daily mercies.
Thank goodness one of those mercies include coffee! 🙂