Tomorrow night is the big night. No, I’m not being whisked off to the Caribbean for the honeymoon I never had. I wish. But I’m finally going in for my sleep study.

I know it’s no biggie, but I’m dreading it. I have a hard enough time sleeping in a strange place, especially without Hubby and Pumpkin nearby. Well, maybe not so much lately since I’m dead tired most of the time, but I doubt it will be as easy as sleeping in my own bed. Especially seeing how they’ll have me all wired up like some sort of sci-fi experiment. Not my idea of a good time.

But worse than all that is the idea of having to use one of those dreaded CPAP machines. I know, not a big deal either, but I really hope it doesn’t come down to that. If it does, we’ll definitely have to rearrange the bedroom. The way it is now, there is no room on either side of the bed for a table to hold it. I’ve actually been wanting to rearrange for some time, I just can’t come up with a feasible way to do it. But I guess necessity is the mother of invention, huh?

And last but not least, I hate the thoughts of having to wear such a contraption. It would probably interfere with both my and Hubby’s sleep, as well as my movement during the night. And it certainly won’t be very attractive. I guess I can kiss those late-night snuggles goodbye.

But I guess I’m getting ahead of myself. Maybe, hopefully, they’ll determine that I don’t have apnea and it’s something else that’s causing me to stay so tired all the time. I’ll be keeping my fingers crossed.