Sleep is very important to me. I didn't get enough of it for many years during high school and it wasn't until college and I got to sleep regularly again that I realized the toll it had taken on me. After that, I learned to appreciate it.
In fact, I appreciate it so much it is my definition of success.
I have taken this philosophy to heart for several years. You can't have good sleep if you are hungry or stressed or if you don't have a comfortable place to sleep. Good sleep can't be bought and pills don't really cut it. If you're life's not right you won't have it.
I truly believed this until now.
I've been dead tired lately. The fatigue has really set in, but also the getting up 2-3 times a night to pee hasn't helped. And I know that eventually when the kid gets here I won't know how I'm able to function on so little sleep, but somehow, I'm sure I will. And I'm so very grateful for being so dead tired.
Apparently my definition of success no longer applies, or at least for the many sleepless years that are to come. Maybe I'll never sleep like I did before, always worried about about where my children are and if they're ok. Oh well, it will be worth it.