Lack of Sleep + Pregnancy = Unhappiness

I’ve posted a few times about overdoing things and being punished by my body for it later on.  Usually this is because I’ve gotten involved in something I enjoy and I just want to keep going.  Some examples include my sister’s graduation from UCLA followed by a visit to the La Brea Tar Pits, Farmer’s Market followed by housecleaning followed by having 20 people over for a barbecue, and shopping all day for new clothes for the Grasshopper.  In all of these cases, I was just having so much fun that I didn’t want to stop.  And I paid for it the next day.  In fact, following that ill-fated barbecue, I was laid up for several days.  It was bad news.

Well, I’ve done it again, except this time, it’s not my fault!  I swear!

Last night, after putting sweet Grasshopper to bed and going to be myself, I woke up to the second most dreaded night-time noise: the sound of our 7-year-old boxer throwing up in our bathroom.

Our carpeted bathroom.

(Yeah, I know.  Carpeted bathrooms are disgusting.  We completely agree.  The house came that way, and we haven’t gotten the chance to make the change.  If you want to volunteer to cut and lay the tile, we’ll pay you with hugs and yummy South American cooking.)

For those paying attention, you’ll notice that this is only the second most dreaded night-time noise.  The first most dreaded nighttime noise is the sound of dog pee hitting the carpet.  She’s seven.  She’s had bladder issues since we got her.  She’s pretty good about it usually, but sometimes she forgets to ask and lets loose on the rug.

For Sale:  Dog.  Real cheap.

I’m kidding.

Sort of.

At any rate, at 2 o’clock this morning, I awoke to the “HORK HORK HORK” sound of my dog barfing on the rug.  Normally, I would let my husband handle it since a good, solid block of sleep is pretty critical to me to help avoid hyperemesis gravidarum punishment later on.  Last night, though, he wasn’t here, so the middle of the night puke patrol fell to me.

So I hauled my sorry carcass out of bed and walked downstairs to let her out.  She went right out the back door, turned around and looked at me.

It was a stand-off.

She obviously didn’t feel like throwing up anymore, and I didn’t want to let her in until she finished whatever it was she needed to finish.  Eventually, I relented and let her back in.  I grabbed the roll of paper towels and a plastic bag and headed upstairs to clean the mess.  The last thing I wanted to do was wake up to a room that smelled like dog barf.  Imagine?  My smell issues and dog puke stink?  Just kill me now please.

Thankfully, when I flipped on the bathroom light, I discovered that she had not, in fact, thrown up.  Thank heaven for small mercies.

So I went to bed to try to go  to sleep.  I even played my Hypnobabies “Deepening” hypnosis track.  For once, in my entire life, I did not fall asleep during a hypnobabies track.

Then, at 3:25 AM, “HORK HORK HORK!”  Oh, good gravy.  Really?

So up I got to let her out and again we had a standoff.

By this time, I had wised up.  I told the dog to lay down on her downstairs bed.  I figured, hey, if she pukes on the carpet, she pukes on the carpet.  I’ll worry about it later.  Then I shut my door and turned on the white noise machine.  Then I went to bed again.  And again tried-and failed!-to go to sleep.  This time I tried the Hypnobabies “Joyful Pregnancy Affirmations” track.  No luck.

At 4:15 AM, just after I managed to drift off to sleep, I hear a muffled “hork hork hork hooooooork” drifting up the stairs.  I tried to tune it out.  I really did.  There is just something about that sound, though, that is just hardwired into my brain to wake me up completely and put me on edge.

I finally managed to drift off into a light cat nap.

6:15 AM.  Dog nose in my face telling me that it’s time to wake up fill the food dish.  Much cursing and grumbling ensues.

The good:  She never did actually throw up.  She just made a racket all night.

The bad news: I got almost no sleep during the latter half of the night.

What does this mean for my hyperemesis gravidarum?  That remains to be seen.  This morning, I actually seemed to be doing okay.  I did hop on the caffeine bus with a big cup of green tea in the morning and a glass of iced tea at lunch, but I can feel the exhaustion kicking in.

I am preparing myself for some pretty serious unpleasantness this evening.

Thank goodness for cold, leftover pizza and Yo Gabba Gabba.  They will be my saving grace tonight.

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6 thoughts on “Lack of Sleep + Pregnancy = Unhappiness

  1. This post hit so close to home it was crazy. Except it was my crazy dachshund and she peed. I cannot stand that smell and even though it happened in the middle of the night when I was dead asleep the smell jolted me awake. Luckily my husband was here or I am not certain what I would have done. On a side note, I have been reading your blog for a while now. Some of the things you are saying are so familiar. I am in the first trimester of my fourth pregnancy. All of them have had some form of HG. Anyway I just thought I would say hi and tell you I feel your pain.

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    1. Oh, the stale dog-pee smell is the worst, isn’t it? And it seems like nothing gets it out! One thing I found that helped was getting as much pee out as possible with paper towels and covering the spot with a generous shaking of baking soda. I left the baking soda on for the rest of the day, then that afternoon, I gave it a bit of a rub to get it down in the carpet and sprayed the whole thing with vinegar to make it bubble up. I left that to dry and then vacuumed up the dried foam. I haven’t exactly gotten down and put my nose to the spot, but the dog doesn’t seem particularly interested in going back and sniffing it either, so I’m hoping that got it up.

      Thanks so much for reading. I really hope this pregnancy goes as well as possible for you.

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    1. This is what it meant for me with the Grasshopper, and that’s why my “bedtime” is something I enforce pretty strictly. 😉 I dodged a nausea bullet yesterday, but I expect it will catch up with me in the next day or so.

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  2. What an awful night!! I am sooooo glad your dog did not throw up anywhere!! I hope you have recovered from your lack of sleep.

    I had insomnia for my last pregnancy and it was down.right.awful. A cup of coffee a day and almost daily naps on the couch while the kids watched a movie helped me get by.

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