Last night, I had my first “loopy” I’ve had in awhile. A “loopy” is when you say something incoherent, insane, or just plain funny while in the throes of sleep or a variation thereof. I used to have a lot of loopies, especially when my diabetes was totally uncontrolled and running rampant, but now that that’s taken care of and I’m generally sleeping much more soundly than I was before, I hadn’t really had any loopies in quite awhile, until the pregnancy thing started. Turns out that the hormones in my body that are creating a wee little being are also wreaking havoc with my brain and causing me to imagine all sorts of wild stories, none of which I have the aforethought to actually write down. I do remember one - when a colleague of mine at work is apparently on his way to South Dakota in a stolen Mack truck. I call him in my dream, and say, “A, what the hell are you doing?” He explains something to me that makes complete sense and then I say, “Oh. OK, well, I’ll see you later then.” When I woke up, I had to really think hard to clear the cobwebs, and I wondered for a good while if I had, indeed, called A. I had not.

Anyway, the other night I had a walking loopy. I got up to go to the bathroom, which unsurprisingly is also another added bonus of pregnancy, and closed the door slightly to the bedroom. Josh was still up (it was only about 12:30, 1AM, and he’s a night owl to my early bird nature). I went to the bathroom and closed the door nearly all the way, and as I sat there, doing my business, I noticed the door to the bedroom still open, and the hallway light shining inside.

“Hey,” I called out to Josh. “Can you shut the door so the light won’t bother Josh?”

Josh looked up and grinned when he realized a loopy was in progress. “Huh? I’m right here!” I patiently tried to explain it again when I realized at some point that I was talking to Josh and not some other random guy at our desk.

“Oh. Never mind.” I finished up, stumbled back into bed, and fell asleep instantly.

It all balances out though, because Josh himself is, from time to time, prone to loopies. The next evening, around 3AM or so, he suddenly climbed out of bed and stumbled to my side of the bed. “Honey, are you okay?” I ask.

He nodded vaguely and muttered something about me moving to the other side of the bed because he could sleep better there. I shrugged and scooted over. He got back into bed and a minute or so later I got up to pee, and when I got back, he’d rolled over to his own side of the bed, fast asleep. Silly.