naps.
that word never used to be in my vocabulary. well unless it was like "my husband is napping." or "my husband naps." I never understood it. there was always so much to do and somehow I could just go go go. then I got pregnant. and it was all "it's 4pm and just got home from work and I can't keep my eyes open, don't talk to me until I wake up from this thing called a nap." (not to mention the other first trimester sleep issue of "holy crap growing a human takes a lot out of me, I need to go to bed at 9 p.m. or i'll need someone to wedge my eyes open.") I napped while pregnant. I was okay with it. I mean, like I said. growing a human = a lot of work. then I had this little person and since she didn't decide to sleep through the night regularly until maybe 13-14 months or so it was a mere survival to nap. prior to work "sleep when the baby sleeps" and maybe if I was lucky I could nap after getting home from w