If you follow me on Twitter, Plurk or maybe even Facebook (sorry, not linking to that... I don't even recognize some of the people I know, I don't think I could handle more friends.) you'll know that I haven't slept normally since we moved into our new apartment. (Yeah, yeah, we've lived here 5 months, it's not really the "new" apartment. Whatever. *This* apartment)
It started slowly, I just had trouble going to sleep with Andy snoring. Once I got to sleep I was fine. Then I started going to bed later than Andy because I didn't have to worry about being up for work in the morning. And I just lay awake anyway, so there was no point to going to bed early. Week after week, I've gone to bed later and later. It got to the point where I went to bed as Andy went to work (6 or 8 am) and slept about 5 hours or so, depending. There was 1 night where I stayed awake until 1pm the next day. Lemme just say, there is a whole other level of weird when you've been up for a day and a half and *then* you clean the entire apartment. There's a pretty high level of crazy to vacuuming your apartment at 8am.
I've complained and complained to Andy that he's driving me crazy. We've tried the nose strips that are supposed to help you breathe better. I've gotten so desperate that I tried drinking cough syrup to put me to sleep. Nothing has worked.
Back in the old apartment, I used to sleep perfectly. I could get up in the morning with little or no problem. I could go to work, come home, take a shower, take a nap and STILL go to bed with no problem. Some days I could even take a nap in my office over lunch and still sleep.
Andy has asked over and over, what is so different now? And until the other night, I couldn't tell him. It wasn't the temperature. It wasn't too loud. It was consistently quieter than the other apartment. But it wasn't too quiet. I had NO IDEA why I couldn't sleep at night.
Then the other night, as I lay awake (we were going to my parents' house the next day, so I was trying to sleep but just laying awake as always--side note: you know the kid who is too excited to sleep before Christmas? That is TOTALLY me the night before we go on a trip-- I was reflecting on what changes have occurred in the last year and I realized I started birth control the week we moved into this apartment.
So of course, I consulted Dr. Google.
Apparently, since birth control tricks the body into thinking it's pregnant, it can also cause the same sleep problems as pregnant women sometimes have--which is probably why half the time I wake up in the middle of the night thinking it is 8,000 degrees in the apartment. And why I've eaten 12 pounds of chocolate even though I normally couldn't care less about it. And the nesting... oh, the nesting. (actually the nesting is kind of normal. haha)
Are you kidding me? My hoo-ha broke my circadian rhythm. Re-fricking-diculous.
So now what the hell am I gonna do? I just got over the really bad side effects of the freaking pill. I don't want to change now.
If anyone has ANY suggestions, I'm open to them. Or tell me your ridiculous vagina stories. PLEASE.
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