I had the pleasure of spending time with some funny, wonderful ladies last week. We enjoyed our time by the water as our kiddo’s enjoyed their time in the water or collecting pretty lake rocks. Our topic; menopause and sleeping. I can’t help but laugh as I type, so I’ll apologize for type-o’s now!
I’m the senior of this group. At
fifty-five thirty-five, no fifty-five. Daina is fresh out of the forty bracket and Tanya is permitted to have her forty plus years of life. Daina and I have more in common when it comes to the circle of life. No, I mean the cycle of life. We both know what hot flashes can and will create in the middle of the night. Hot flashes create monsters. Pillow becomes a sponge for the base of your neck and hairline. Where you’re up changing nightshirts and mumbling because the night sweats woke you from a wonderful slumber. I always feel sorry for bears who hibernate and are dragged out of their cozy dens by researchers trying to poke and probe them for their weight. I would so become grizzly-like if someone woke me up just for my weight! Daina not only experiences night sweats, she also gets leg cramps. So basically….it’s as if Daina is running in her sleep. Sweating and leg cramps. Wonderful. One thing we all agreed on was our ability to fall asleep like clock work. Lights out. Sleep.
I rarely get night sweats but apparently I’ve become “child-like” in my sleeping pattern. Football Superstar has been poking me – like the grizzly bear and the researcher – to move over. Move over? I’m on my side of the bed! This can’t be possible because I sleep like a baby. I rarely flip over from side to side. I am the hibernating bear. My husband tells me that I have been “flipping” from side to side. And I’m sleeping on an angle. I laughed because he must have surveyed my sleep pattern as he was reading at 1pm. So now I’m sleeping with one leg hanging out over the bed while the other is fully wrapped in the sheet. I pull the entire sheet over to my side in such a coordinated way – he can’t figure out how I’m able to get a tightly tucked in flat sheet out from under this once football player who hasn’t lost much of his strength – well maybe a little. As my adorable husband tells me this – I’m almost spitting my hazelnut coffee out into the morning air. No way! I have this Cirque Soleil image in my mind.
My gal pals begin to laugh to the point of hick-ups. They’re trying to imagine – yet not imagine this. There’s nothing but laughter. I seriously have no idea that I’m sleeping in such a way. I have no memory of my talent. I give my friends a follow up on the sleeping conversation with my hubby. A Sleep Number Bed! There is no doubt in my mind – my husband did his research. He consumer reported. He researched local companies that supply these SNB’s, and he probably already went to the store to check them out just so he could come back to me and “sell” me on the idea. He’s a professional. Again, I have this vision. What if…..what if I’m still Cirque Soleiling while I sleep on the Sleep Number Bed?!
Is it possible for my (one) leg to still have its freedom?
There’s quite a few questions I have for the Sleep Number Bed salesman before I agree to this not-so-new idea of my husbands. I know he had this planned out for some time now. Football Superstar is just so sweet and kind hearted he didn’t want to hurt my feelings by pointing out that I’ve become a monster in the middle of the night. I prefer a Cirque Soleil performer thank you very much.
Regardless of what menopause has contributed to my cycle of life…..one thing I can count on and that is my ability to fall asleep. Stay asleep (unless a monsterous night sweat surfaces) and share some of the funniest stories with my gals who know what it takes to be a great menopausal performer!
Until next time….