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"It&amp;amp;#8217;s officially been one week of sleepless nights for me. It&amp;amp;#8217;s not because I&amp;amp;#8217;m stressed about work or worried about my health and it&amp;amp;#8217;s not because I&amp;amp;#8217;ve been drinking too much caffeine&amp;amp;#8212;it&amp;amp;#8217;s because my apartment has a whistle. It&amp;amp;#8217;s actually more of a wheeze than a whistle, and it&amp;amp;#8217;s bad. Naturally, it&amp;amp;#8217;s only in our bedroom and it only gets into full force at around 2 A.M, so I fall asleep fine then inevitably wake up and listen to the high-pitch whining (which, last night, included some heavy-duty clanking). It&amp;amp;#8217;s something to do with the pipes or the radiator and our superintendent is on it (Nick has been calling and e-mailing him several times a day just to make sure), but so far it hasn&amp;amp;#8217;t gotten much better. Monday night Nick and I both wound up switching to the couches at around 3 A.M., which didn&amp;amp;#8217;t go well since one of them is very short and that&amp;amp;#8217;s the one Nick had (he insisted I take the big one&amp;amp;#8212;he&amp;amp;#8217;s very chivalrous, even in the middle of the night). Another night we tried the aero bed until it deflated and we wound up with almost nothing between us and the very hard hardwood floor. Last night we had earplugs, but that still didn&amp;amp;#8217;t cut it. This whole not sleeping thing is totally new to me. I&amp;amp;#8217;ve always been quick to fall asleep and never had problems staying that way. And I have always cherished my zzzs&amp;amp;#8212;especially the past few years. As a cancer patient, it seemed like the least I could do for myself&amp;amp;#8212;get eight hours. Now I&amp;amp;#8217;m starting to worry. I&amp;amp;#8217;m exhausted all day, I look like crap, I&amp;amp;#8217;m cranky and Nick and I are just about to kill each other (he gets pretty angry when the noise really gets going and often curses and throws stuff at the radiator&amp;amp;#8212;very mature&amp;amp;#8212;which only makes me more awake and more upset). I really just want to cry. Or curl up under my desk and take a nap. Maybe this is God&amp;amp;#8217;s way of preparing us for what life will be like when we have a baby. But I have to think that when that time comes, at least we&amp;amp;#8217;ll have something positive to be waking up for. I&amp;amp;#8217;m sure I&amp;amp;#8217;m not going to enjoy being up all night no matter what the reason, but something tells me I&amp;amp;#8217;ll be a lot less annoyed when it&amp;amp;#8217;s a cute baby. OK, enough of my rant. I need to get more coffee. Wish me luck that I don&amp;amp;#8217;t fall asleep in any meetings today! &amp;amp;#8212;Erin"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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