These past two years a line from a Frost poem has oft come to mind: "I have been one acquainted with the night."
Before I got pregnant with Addy, I had a pretty cush sleeping life. I could fall asleep fast, crash through the night, and awake feeling totally refreshed--no biggie.
And then I got pregnant. And developed allergies. And my sleep life totally got ROCKED.
First it was the usual pregnant stuff... getting up with an annoying bladder, waking up when I had to roll over, etc. and etc. But then the cough started when I was 8 months along, and it started keeping me up too. In fact, the first non-elective all-nighter I pulled was the night before Addy was born, and it wasn't due to contractions--it was the cough. So obnoxious.
After that, I was up nursing or coughing every couple hours for several months. If I was with Addy, it was doable. If I was coughing? I was downstairs popping pills, watching TV, surfing the web, quietly cleaning, or just figuring out what it means to be nocturnal.
So now, here I sit in the middle of the night, hugely pregnant and coughing again. And while Frost said the night lights proclaim "the time is neither wrong nor right" (WRONG, Bob, it's WRONG), at least I can feel one with night security guys, ER doctors, and 7-Eleven cashiers... for now I am one acquainted with the night.