Insomnia

I've had an issue with insomnia lately, nothing major, just one of those phases. I've been self-medicating with allergy medicine (OTC sleep-aid does nothing for me), but I forgot to take any tonight and I couldn't get my mind to shut up, so I thought I would let it out on paper...well, computer screen.
Please, no lectures about my future diagnosis of cirrhosis of the liver.
I read two funny articles tonight in this month's Curve. They were written by a couple that got pregnant at the same time. The butch's article made me think. I'm the more masculine of the two of us, so what are our roles going to be when I am pregnant? Will I want to put the crib together or will I sit back and let her be the "butch" for 9 months? She's definitely capable, but that just isn't the way that we play our roles. She cooks, I mow. I call the financial planner, she buys my clothes. She complains about the bathroom, I remodel it, and then she picks up the mess I leave behind. Writing about it, it may seem straight-modeled, but it is a natural dance we have done since we have met, and I have never found it to be strange. The thoughts of me (the butch), pregnant, are funny, but I am confident we will fall naturally into our roles as we always do.
I truly believe that we are one of those one-in-a-million couples. I know it sounds silly, but I just cannot help but believe that when I watch our life together. We move like a well-oiled machine. We know what each other needs, and we silently provide for each other every day, without complaint. And weaving in and out of those days is endless laughter, kissing, dancing, loving. She is my best friend, and I never tire of her. And for some crazy reason, she puts up with me. She is definitely my better half.
When we met, I traveled for a living. We both had terrible previous relationships and had decided that we were never settling again. We spent the first year and a half together on the phone. We laid the ground rules, and were happy to find they matched. We talked for hours every day, but had our own lives. We missed each other terribly all week, then spent passionate, wonderful weekends together, and then Sunday night I was off again. It was a great base to start a relationship with. We couldn't have done it without trust, communication, and love. We couldn't do the lesbian U-Haul, and when I finally had a chance to spend most nights at home and we decided to move in together, it was an easy, natural transition.