I wasn't able to to sleep. I wasn't able to settle in. I wasn't able to cozy up to my body pillow (affectionately named Bobby Pillow) and fall into a deep slumber.
With the comfort of my husband at arms reach, I was remained restless and agitated.
I felt the minutes linger as I attempted to deep breath my way towards snooze town.
After many failed attempts at relaxing, imagining myself gracefully swimming through cool misty clouds (a personal favorite...patent pending), I was fed up.
Damn it-I have to pee.
Still, avoiding the inevitable, I curled to my side, adjusted my pj's waistband to avoid pressure on my bloated bladder...and reflected on the past 15 minutes...and also the past 30 years.
How the hell have I not learned this lesson?
We all know that the urge to tinkle will always beat out one's determination to sleep...waiting it out doesn't work and if it does, it's only temporary...resulting in a rude awaking in the middle of the night, requiring a painful waddle to the bathroom.
As I laid awake, trying to rest up for my 30th birthday, I vowed to stop attempting to wait it out. I would not repeat the mistakes of my 20s. I would learn from the many lessons of my past.
My 30s are the the decade where I start respecting my body's need to pee, honoring my body's requirement for a restful night sleep, and gosh darn-it, my 30s are the decade where I start avoiding liquid consumption at least 2 hours before bedtime.
Yup, it's going to be a good decade.