The night before last, I was having an absolutely awful time sleeping. I woke up around 1am, coughing and congested, and could not get back to sleep. I spent some time watching tv and reading, had some tea, and finally felt tired again around 2:30am. But I didn't want to go back upstairs, because I knew if I started coughing again, it would wake Scott up. So, since we happen to have a very nice bed in our guest bedroom, I decided to just crash in there, and hoped for the best.
Luckily I fell asleep pretty quickly, and slept pretty well until almost 6:30. I heard the boys come downstairs with Scott, and of course they were asking where I was, and since the door to the guest bedroom was closed, Scott had no idea I was in there, so assumed I had gone to the gym, and that's what he told the boys.
When I came out a few minutes later, and I was still in my pajamas, they obviously figured out that I hadn't been at the gym, and wanted to know where I was. I jokingly said that I had been hiding under the dining room table, and asked them why they hadn't seen me.
I really didn't think they'd believe me, but they really did. And now I'm not really inclined to correct them. I think it's pretty funny that they think I was hiding under the table. I mean - why on earth would I do that?! They are so easily fooled.
One of these mornings, if I wake up before them, when I hear them coming downstairs, I think I'm going to have to hide under there for real, and see what their reaction is.
Despite my rotten night's sleep, and exhaustion, we stuck with our plan to go to the zoo yesterday, and I'm so glad we did. It wasn't the nicest of days, but it was warm enough, and we spent an hour and a half walking around and looking at all the animals, and then headed over to the nearby playground and carousel before stopping for lunch on the way home. It was a fun day, and a great way to spend the boys' day off from school.
It was tiring, though, and today has been a much quieter day. Dante and I haven't left the house, and I don't plan to leave until it's time to pick Gabe up from school.
In baby-related news, we met with our doulas last night. We have one primary doula, and then she has a backup, in case she isn't able to make it to the birth. They're both fabulous, and it was so nice talking to them about everything. I know Scott and I still have more work to do to prepare, but I already feel so much more prepared (and more knowledgeable) for this baby's birth than I did for either of the boys.
My main goals for these remaining weeks are to work on relaxation techniques, to really think about the things that I'm most nervous about and how I'm going to handle things so that I can stay in control during those times, and to continue with yoga and birth classes.
I know birth is unpredictable, and I understand that things may happen that I can't control, but even if that is the case, I think mentally I'll be in a much better place to handle a situation like that, simply because I know so much more, and have been thinking about this so much more.
And regardless of how the baby gets here, I get more and more excited every day about meeting him or her!
You are a triathlete. Of course, you are in a better place now :-)
Posted by: Wes | November 12, 2009 at 08:03 PM