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Nov. 2nd, 2002 04:19 am*sigh*
Insomnia kinda sucks. Particularly when I -was- asleep until I was woken up. :( I talk in my sleep... conversational talking. If I'm at just the right point between totally awake and totally asleep, it's possible to carry on a complete, coherent conversation with me. But when I'm all the way under, all that comes out is my side of the conversation, and it usually echoes a dream-in-progress. And this one was a -wonderful- dream... and I've been unable to get back to sleep since Megan woke me out of it.
Nothing like sitting and crying, because you realize it really -was- a dream.
*meef* Owyn? Our first child was a beautiful, healthy baby boy... 9 pounds, 4 ounces... big blue eyes, and an incredible set of lungs. And his father's lovely face. The doctors were pleased both with the health of the babe and with the pregnancy/birthing, and had finally given a full green light to future pregnancies. I was nursing the wee lad... and talking quietly with you... and then I was being woken up and told I was too loud.
With as little sleep as I get, I really wanted to thump her for that. When combined with what I was woken from... well, I opted to go toast a bagel instead of decking her. Maybe I'll start sleeping on the sofa.
Of course, as I get the laundry under control, I'll be able to move the desks (and the computers on them) out into the spot currently occupied by the LaundryMountain(tm)... and the comfy sofa will come into this room, with the Playstation, VCR, new DVD player ( my aunt insisted on buying me a dvd player tonight... and flat -refused- to buy groceries instead of it. Some people just frighten me...), and the older game consoles (Nintendo, Super Nintendo, Genesis w/ 32x). And then I can just start crashing in here.
I want to go back to my dream... please...
*sad hugs*
~Ellie-chan
Insomnia kinda sucks. Particularly when I -was- asleep until I was woken up. :( I talk in my sleep... conversational talking. If I'm at just the right point between totally awake and totally asleep, it's possible to carry on a complete, coherent conversation with me. But when I'm all the way under, all that comes out is my side of the conversation, and it usually echoes a dream-in-progress. And this one was a -wonderful- dream... and I've been unable to get back to sleep since Megan woke me out of it.
Nothing like sitting and crying, because you realize it really -was- a dream.
*meef* Owyn? Our first child was a beautiful, healthy baby boy... 9 pounds, 4 ounces... big blue eyes, and an incredible set of lungs. And his father's lovely face. The doctors were pleased both with the health of the babe and with the pregnancy/birthing, and had finally given a full green light to future pregnancies. I was nursing the wee lad... and talking quietly with you... and then I was being woken up and told I was too loud.
With as little sleep as I get, I really wanted to thump her for that. When combined with what I was woken from... well, I opted to go toast a bagel instead of decking her. Maybe I'll start sleeping on the sofa.
Of course, as I get the laundry under control, I'll be able to move the desks (and the computers on them) out into the spot currently occupied by the LaundryMountain(tm)... and the comfy sofa will come into this room, with the Playstation, VCR, new DVD player ( my aunt insisted on buying me a dvd player tonight... and flat -refused- to buy groceries instead of it. Some people just frighten me...), and the older game consoles (Nintendo, Super Nintendo, Genesis w/ 32x). And then I can just start crashing in here.
I want to go back to my dream... please...
*sad hugs*
~Ellie-chan