Mr. Sandman

Liz LuscombComment
Once again, insomnia strikes again.  I'm sitting here, typing, after a Tylenol pm and a two hour attempt to fall asleep.  

I keep trying to holler for the sandman to come but I think he must be out on vacation.

This stinks.

I have to wake up early and it makes me fatigued all. day. long.  UGH! So frustrating.

It's a combination of pregnancy discomfort and not being able to breathe well, on top of the endless mental list that is running through my head.  

I guess when you can't sleep, you think.  And thinking so much keeps me from sleeping.  Double edged sword.   

I should probably stop here before I sound to weird from only having 5 hours of sleep in two days.