Wednesday, January 25, 2012
An Irony of Aging
It's my son's birthday today. The night he was born I didn't sleep at all. I had just gotten into bed when my water broke at around midnight. I was in labor just over 5 hours, he was born at 5:19 a.m.
Flash forward to now. It's hell getting old(er). These days I find myself waking up at least once each night to go to the bathroom and get a drink. Like clockwork. Every night. Except last night. I find it ironic that on the anniversary of the night I didn't sleep at all, I didn't wake up to go to the bathroom!
Tonight I'll probably be up twice.