Sleeping Like a Log... Until the Turkey Gobbles Anyway...

Anyone who knows me (or has lived with me- family, roommates) knows that I am a complete insomniac. For most of my life I've been able to get by on 3 or 4 hours of sleep every night- Hubby goes to bed around 9 pm, I get in bed around midnight, read for a while, toss and turn for a while, doze on and off during the night. Hubby's alarm goes off at 4:50 AM at which point I'm awake until he leaves at 5:20, then I reset the alarm for 6:30 and doze in bed with the dogs until the alarm goes off and I begin obsessively hitting the snooze button for as long as I possibly can.

This whole pregnancy thing though has left me completely and utterly EXHAUSTED. For the first time since I moved in with Hubby I've been going to bed BEFORE him. BEFORE 9:00. I'm practically passed out on the couch by 8 p.m. and have to drag myself up to bed shortly after that. When his alarm goes off in the morning I don't even hear it and barely wake up when he kisses me good-bye for the day.

Except for this morning. There it was, 6:45 AM. I'd fallen back asleep with one dog under the covers and the other pinning down my legs (because who needs personal space after the 6'2" man has left the bed??). And then... Then a wild turkey walked into our yard and started gobbling. And our bedroom window which is maybe a foot and a half from my side of the bed was open. And the dogs went nuts- completely berserk. They were trompling all over me, running in circles, barking at the turkey, howling... It was madness. And I yelled, and cursed, and they just wouldn't shut up until that darn turkey finally decided to wander out of our yard. By that point I was awake and there was no going back to dream land...

I think we'll be closing the bedroom window tonight. And I might just let Hubby catch and roast the turkey like he's been talking about since it first walked into our yard last week...

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