I had one of those late-night blood sugar drops tonight - woke up with my blood sugar at 64. It's always a bit unsettling - when I get that low, I start getting a little irrational, and my body goes into a "I'm dizzy, I'm sweaty, I'm going to make you pay for this" dance, which makes me scared, which makes me more irrational. Fortunately, a little glucose, and I'll be fine... but it does make it hard to get back to sleep.
On the other hand, sleep may be over-rated. I'm sitting in my comfy chair, Moose curled up like a comma around my left side, Daisy snugged in tight to my right - there are worse places to be. I was having a bit of a white night anyway - I've got my "every three month" scan on Friday, and the back of my brain has been fretting about it, so it could just be that this is my body's way of saying "You need a night of reading trashy novels".
On the other other hand, however, Moose is starting to snore like a sailor after a three-day bender. Daisy is entirely too dainty to snore, but let's just say her breathing has gotten a lot more... pronounced. There is nothing more sleep-inducing than a couple of snoozing pups on your lap, and I feel the glucose kicking in, so I guess it may be time to head back for bed after all. Goodnight.
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