The morning sickness might be over, but the Fiend has struck again. You may want to sit down before reading any further. And take a deep breath. Maybe two. Are you ready? Are you sure? Here it is:
I have lost my ability to nap.
I know. That legendary, glorious ability for which I am internationally recognized. I know what you’re thinking: she has a new baby, of course she isn’t napping! But it’s not that. I mean, yes, the presence of our little Bundle of Joy has severely curtailed the available time I have for napping–one of life’s great activities, incidentally. But when I get a chance to return to my glorious naps, they just. . . elude me.
I can’t turn off my super-sonic hearing or my less-than-sharp thinking (Was that the baby? Did I leave enough milk out for B? What time is it? What is my blood sugar doing? When did I last pump? Am I letting B get enough work done? Am I pulling my weight with baby care?)
I am bereft. What is life without naps? (and it’s not like I’m not tired enough to want one; au contraire.)
In lieu of flowers, please send donations to “Nappers Without Borders”.