Not me. I'll just sit up and cry, thanks. I really LOVE when it just sneaks up on me. LOVE that. Don't remember the last time I was sleeping before midnight. 1AM, even.
I've been doing a lot of comparing lately. My oldest and dearest friend's husband has co.ngestive heart failure and may need a transplant. He's 35. They have two kids, 3 and 1. Two other bloggers who got pg the same week I did had two very different results -- one is still healthy and pg, the other (pg with twins) has lost one twin and the other is fighting for her life in a NICU. Another friend lost her dad on Christmas Day. My pg is over, my babies gone. And I sit here crying.
Why do I compare? Do I want someone to validate my pain? Is there some sort of checklist? A contest I want to win? What is it, the "pain olympics"? (where did I hear that? I got that from some movie or tv show or something. That's what 2 ati.van at 2AM will do for you.) Everyone has pain. I did the best I could. Now I do the best I can. It's not very good though. Didn't do enough for my boys.
I think the A is finally taking effect. Starting to feel a little loopy and sleepy, even. Glad I didn't take a third one.
*Name that band.