The exact day I celebrated my third trimester, I also welcomed one of the more annoying pregnancy symptoms: insomnia. It's been one week and, without fail, each morning I spring up at almost exactly 4:30 a.m. from out of what feels like a deep and relaxing sleep. I listen to my husband breathe loudly for a few minutes. I switch positions a hundred times and tell myself it's all in my head and I can easily get back to sleep if I would just let myself calm down.
Then I finally admit defeat, tiptoe out to the living room, and try to come up with something to do to fill up the next three hours. Instead of viewing insomnia as a curse, I've decided to see it with new eyes this time around and consider it a blessing.