I’m tempted to proclaim this reader appreciation day at Reproducing Genius. You all are lovely, and I appreciate you propping me up after last night’s immaturity-induced drama. I’m ready to wash my hands of it all and move on. Honestly, I haven’t encountered anything like that since I was in my twenties, so it was shocking to see here in a place where people are generally kind and respectful, even if they do disagree. So I’m really, super duper grateful for you ladies. I thank you for sharing your similar experiences. I am starting to understand where all of that came from, and I’m just glad that I’m not at that place in my life. But that–in all its vagueness–is all I’m going to say about that. We’re back to the drama-free zone.
Now for an awkward transition, some preggo talk, and something juicy and unexpected:
It’s amazing how sleep changes during pregnancy–even early on. I get up to pee at least twice in the night, but sometimes more like five times. I can no longer sleep on my stomach at all unless I want to sleep in pain. When I roll from one side to another (which I have discovered I do FAR too frequently) I have to hold onto my boobs instead of letting them fall as they will because otherwise the pain is too unbearable. I’m sure it’s quite a sight. Some nights I remember to wear a tight tank top or sports bra to bed, but other nights, I’m just too annoyed with being constricted, and this results in the painful turnovers. It’s something I certainly didn’t expect–at all–and it makes sleeping a little more difficult. The books say this prepares women for the baby’s sleep patterns. I say that I can wait to prepare until a couple of months before the baby is born. I don’t need to prepare now. I’m a procrastinator at heart, and I would like the option of procrastinating with this too. Now, I need and want sleep like never before in my life.
But there is something far more interesting happening as I sleep now, something that would make me the envy of every girl in the neighborhood if only they knew.
I think we have all heard of odd pregnancy dreams. They are apparently incredibly real and vivid and sometimes even disturbing. I haven’t had the super-vivid dreams yet, unless we count a certain, um, sensual variety. Since I’ve been pregnant, I have had exactly four dreams that resulted in orgasms. In the past, I might have had one of those per year, but now they seem to be a nearly weekly occurrence. Most often, these are related in some way to my wife and I engaged in marital bliss, or myself taking care of things, but once it had something to do with none other than C.NN’s Anders.on Co.oper. Why him? Don’t ask. I don’t particularly like the guy. I don’t find him particularly attractive. I don’t have a thing for well-dressed gay men. I don’t know what it was. Overall, it’s a fascinating phenomenon, and I really can’t complain. I mean, who would, right? They’re orgasms, and orgasms are good.
I did worry initially. During the earlier weeks, orgasms were giving me cramps, and then once I was spotting for a few days, this really freaked me out. Having orgasms in my sleep seemed like a sneaky thing for my mind and body to do behind my worrying back, and so I was a little afraid of them. I would wake up in a bit of a panic. Now I’m not fearful, and I can’t say I mind at all. It’s far better than the other night-time phenomena. I just wonder if they will last. Only time will tell, I suppose!