I'll preface this story by saying that I did not wet the bed last night.
I haven't been sleeping well (surprise, surprise), and after having a super-busy week last week and being sick all last weekend, I was TIRED last night. Rather than doing the stuff I should have been doing, I decided to go to bed early. I got the boys down by about 7:30 and I was down by about 7:45. I was out pretty much as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Over the course of the evening, I had four dreams about going to the bathroom. Historically, when I dream about peeing, it means I actually have to go to the bathroom in real life. I vividly remember having one of these dreams when I was probably in sixth grade, and actually wetting the bed. It would happen rather frequently when I was pregnant. Usually, these dreams wake me up with enough time for me to make it to the bathroom.
Last night was an exception. Even after four peeing dreams, I didn't wake up. I was aware that I needed to pee, but my body refused to get up. It was bizarre. When my alarm went off this morning, I barely had time to make it to the bathroom. I consider myself lucky that I didn't wake up in a puddle.
It was just weird. I guess I really, really needed that extra two minutes of sleep.