Last night I had my sleep study. It was…an experience. One I don’t wish to repeat. The worst part was having to spend my first night ever away from the munchkin. He was very unhappy that I was leaving. I had to go at about 8 p.m. which was early enough that I couldn’t put him to bed first, but late enough he was getting tired and very ‘not understanding’ what was going on. As I was getting ready to leave he kept asking for me to pick him up, and got very upset when I put him back down, and cried and asked again and again. My husband picked him up and I kissed them both goodbye, and the munchkin looked so heartbroken. I felt so awful.

Other than that I just find the whole concept of the sleep study ironic. The wire you up six ways from Sunday and then expect you to ’sleep normally like you would at home’. I’m sorry my normal at home sleeping habits do not involve ten wires being attached to my head and face, one on my neck, two on my chest and four on my legs and one up my nose! I’m not that kinky! The “greatest” part about the whole thing was the technician who was hooking everything up telling me that depending on my results I might have to come back and go through all the rigamarole again with an added oxygen mask. I’m trying to will myself to not have sleep apnea. I’m hoping my chances are good given I asked ‘never’ and ‘rarely’ to most of the apnea related questions. I’m hoping this is just because I’m overweight and my chest size has gone up at least two notches because of both that and the whole breastfeeding/pregnancy thing. You have to figure that that much fat and glands being right over your lungs plus gravity is going to reduce your lung capacity a bit. I usually can’t even get to sleep unless I turn over on to my side.

I have my follow up on all the bloodwork and every other test tomorrow. Hopefully there’s some good news somewhere.

Other than that still busy-busy and back to work for me, not in the ‘going to an office forty hours a week’ sense, but in the must finish up all the house cleaning before Saturday sense. Anyone who says house-cleaning is not work…why do people get paid to be maids? Yeah…it’s work. Especially when you’ve been depressed and haven’t been doing it properly for a few weeks. Yesterday I burned off my nervous energy scrubbing the bathroom which is an odius task under the best of circumstances. Today I’m hoping to tackle the kitchen before the munchkin wakes up from his nap, but I’m exhausted from being woken up at 5 a.m. after an uncomfortable night attached to wires and being video taped so I’m not sure how far I’m going to get before I just sit on the floor pouring caffeinated beverages into my mouth.