I love sleeping. I love staying in bed for five more minutes. And taking a nap when it's raining outside. On weekends and vacations I sleep late. It's a luxury that I fully indulge. My bed is maxed out with sleep inducing accessories - a life changing featherbed, a thick, quilted mattress pad, extra pillows, an oversized down comforter and a few reserve blankets for good measure.
I've been a good sleeper my whole life. I put my head on the pillow, close my eyes and my next memory is the rude noise of the alarm. It's wonderful. And my sleeping aptitude is not limited to ideal circumstances, I can (and have) fallen asleep in buses, planes and cars. On couches, chairs and floors. On the beach and in a park. In a box and with a fox...
People with babies don't sleep. Not a lot. They brag about and literally glow after having an amazing night's sleep...of five hours. And they're not being sarcastic when they make this characterization, which leaves me shocked and shaken every time.
Adding a baby to the daily routine is a game changer. Loss of sleep is amongst the many big, huge and enormous changes I will face as a new mother. I worry about this. A fitness fiend worries about losing her toned abs. A fashionista worries about falling into a sweatpants rut. A foodie worries about surviving on a pasta and string cheese diet. Us sleepers worry about our losing our eight hours. The gain of a baby is the inevitable loss of some of life's indulgences. But, the trade off is marvelous. Of course.
A good reason to catch my zzzzs now. Not that I need a reason.