Lately I’ve been going through something at home that’s forced me to sleep in the living room a number of times. While the title of this post may lead to thoughts of, “Oh, is there trouble in paradise?” that couldn’t be further from the truth. In fact, this has nothing to do with my better half, and it even surprisingly doesn’t have anything to do with the twins! It’s about something that has been brewing inside of me for awhile that only comes out at night.
Don’t ask me why it’s been happening, ’cause I don’t have an answer. Throughout the day I’m the chilly one, covering up and asking people to turn the temperature up on the A/C. There are even times that I will go to bed and will be freezing after ten minutes of laying down, requiring me to reach for the socks and a bulky sweater – even in the summer! After a couple of hours I may wake up, remove these items, and go back to sleep. Other nights, I won’t need to cover up at all, but I am still overcome by the heat wave that strikes each night between 2 and 5 am.
But this isn’t just like waking up and having to shed a layer, it’s like I’m actually roasting like a basted turkey in my bed. Nothing will provide relief from the sauna that is cranked up high inside my body. I am radiating heat like The Human Torch or the actual sun.
I’m not talking about night sweats, where you wake up anxious and drenched. It’s just an intense heat that leaves me tossing and turning on the nights that I decide to stay put on our comfortable mattress, instead of hailing to the couch for some relief.
Lately, I’ve been heading to the living room more often than I’d like – even if the couch is a bitch on the back – because that is where the air conditioner lives. I can literally lay underneath it and bask in the frosty, artificial air and manage to regulate my body temperature and sneak in a couple more hours of sleep.
While Chloe and Sophie are doing much better at sleeping throughout the night, it seems my body just won’t welcome the opportunity to get a full night of rest.
Now I’m not sure why this is happening. Is it a hormonal mom thing? Is it because summer in Ottawa just won’t freakin’ end? Is it the fact that the duvet I’ve used all summer suddenly traps my body heat and reflects it back to me, creating an actual “baking” effect? I’m not sure, which is why I wanted to share this awful menopause-esque hell I’ve been going through, and possibly get some insights from other moms.
So moms: did (or do) you also bake like a DiGiorno pizza at night?