So, yea, I'm ready for menopause. And it really is on its way . . . but you know, some of the side effects kind of suck. Like night sweats. I wake up in the middle of the night most nights and the room in 150 degrees. Under a pile of blankets, snuggled between dog and husband--which felt wonderful when I crawled into bed a few hours ago--is now torture. If I pull the covers off of me, it pulls them off of those two, both who protest. So, I end up getting up and coming downstairs, surfing the net, posting to my blog (duh?), writing letters and eventually crashing on the couch--just in time for someone else to wake up and come downstairs, of course.
Last night I tried taking my BP meds right before bed in the hopes they would make me sleep soundly. (I currently can't remember sleeping through the night in a few weeks.) Heck, they certainly make me sleepy enough during the DAY to nod off several times. Apparently my idea didn't work, because here I am. . . asleep at 1 and up at 4.
Oh well. If it means menopause is close, I'm willing to lose a little sleep in the deal. I just hope I'm awake to appreciate it.