Why is it that all the naps you take when you’re pregnant leave you feeling like you’ve been trampled by rhinos afterward?  Even knowing I’m going to feel like I’ve been trampled by rhinos, I still take the nap anyhow.  I started taking these naps while Liam was napping before I even knew I was pregnant.  All I knew was that I was drowsy late in the morning (and early in the afternoon) and if I had little better to do (and when you’re drowsy, suddenly there isn’t much more important that needs to be done than sleep) I’d lay down for a little snooze.

These snoozes are draining though.  I wake up with my head full of cotton, a crease on my cheek, my arm asleep and a deep unwillingness to be awake and moving around.   The first item of business is a cold can of diet soda.  The cold refreshes, the caffeine wakes me up and the sugar (artificial though it is) gets my blood pumping again.  What would I do without a constant supply of this soda?  I might still be upstairs in bed, trying to wake up and not really wanting to wake up.  Shoot, even now after I’ve had the soda, I don’t really want to be awake.

But Liam is stirring on the monitor, no doubt wanting some lunch.  Duty calls, even for the woman with a head full of cotton.  The second trimester is starting to look pretty darn good right about now.