This morning when Chris's alarm went off at 5:30, I came wide awake. He rolled over, turned it off, and rolled back over. I started worrying over whether he was going to get up or not, then I started getting irritated with him. Then I had to make a quick trip to the bathroom.
I climbed back into bed, and my stomach started churning. I settled back down and his snooze alarm went off. He reached over, turned it off, and went right back to sleep. I was good and irritated at this point, so I started gently prodding his arm with my elbow. I swear it really was gentle. Didn't work, but by this point, I'm really sick, so I eat a handful of the cereal by my bedside. Let's just say it didn't work, but I didn't know that for about an hour.
Anyhow, I roll back over and tell Chris his alarm went off a couple of times already, and that he needs to get up. He says, "I've done this for a year and a half already, and I always get up." I say, "Yeah, but now your alarm wakes me up and I can't settle back down for worrying about you getting out of bed."
He's being supremo hateful now, and he snaps, "The only thing that has changed now is that you're pregnant." No shit, Sherlock. That's what I've been trying to get through his head for the last two weeks. So I say back, just as hatefully, "That's exactly right. I'M PREGNANT. That means I need my sleep, and you're just going to have to get up when your *&#*%^* alarm goes off!" I can't help that now I'm sleeping very lightly, whereas he can set his alarm for 6:00 rather than 5:30 and hit the snooze until 6:00.
Izzy was a bear this morning too. Mornings are NO fun at our house.
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