So here it is, Monday, April 23. No baby. D and I are both on vacation from work. Running out of ways to occupy ourselves as the wait continues. I was talking w/ a friend the other day and telling her how I've slept a lot better during most of this pregnancy than I normally do - I tend towards insomnia - and ever since I said that, I can't sleep at night. Not sure if it's excitement, anticipation, anxiety... Just can't sleep. Although yesterday I did get up from a nap at 6:30pm - not a wise idea. The midwife did say, "Sleep when you're tired. You might go into labor at 2am. Take naps when you need to." No 2am labor here.
It's strange to wait around for extreme discomfort to settle in. Can't say I've ever done that before. Then again, I've never done any of this before. So there's that.
Wondering if I'll still love oranges in the post-partum world. I've always disliked them - mostly a texture thing. Hairy, covered in white crap that I don't want to eat. But I eat it all now and I like it. A lot. Then there's fried chicken. I need/want it at least once a week, if not more. Definitely not something I ate much of before in my mostly vegetarian diet. I don't want it grilled or roasted or any other way - just fried. It's GOOD. Not all of it's good, mind you. Some of it's really gross. But the good stuff is good. Even better when it's cold. Delish!
And I wonder how my diet affects the baby. Will he/she have tastes for certain things I've consumed in mass quantity?
Soooooooo........ I decided to get up early because I couldn't sleep, thinking a late morning nap would work better than a late afternoon nap. And I was hungry. And I was thinking about work. It's been pretty difficult to unplug from work - to hand all my projects & my people over to others for 3 months. This is the beginning of the busiest time of year - recruitment season. My former supervisor is in charge of recruiting the incoming crew, which is very unsettling. I think he'll do a great job. I'm just nervous about not having had the time to establish relationships with folks before they arrive in September. Alas, I'll just have to figure it out. It'll add a little extra awkwardness to our orientation.
I'm a little worried that we're going to spend the next 2 weeks hanging out, waiting for this baby to arrive, and it won't happen. D will have to go back to work and then baby will arrive. Guess it's not the end of the world. Aside from c-sections, I suppose birth is impossible to plan around. And I don't want to be chopped open, if I can help it.
Somehow we've got everything we need for this baby. I'm not sure how that worked out. For most of this pregnancy, I was positive the baby would have to sleep in a drawer because it's room would still be our living room and the rest of the house would be completely torn up. As luck would have it, the only room that's completely torn up (& not really even completely), is the kitchen. It's kinda rustic looking w/ torn up plaster, loose chunks clinging to the lathe. Open stud walls. Peeling paint. Wood flooring covered in blotches of old mastic. It's a good lookin' room.
The rest of the place isn't too bad. Got some rugs. Got some furniture. Painted the baby's room just last week. Friends and family have been very generous, giving us all kinds of baby & kid things. Did my first load of baby laundry the other day. I've never felt so ridiculous attempting to fold laundry in my life. It's just too damn small. I can't believe people come in that size. The too damn small size. Mind boggling.
Been enjoying all the hang out time w/ Big D. I can't believe we're going to have a 3rd person around. Really bizarre. It's been just the 2 of us for a VERY long time. We've been together for most of the last 17 years. (Granted, we were silly kids for a good bit of that.) But, we're both looking forward to it. He'll be a great dad. And, what's more adorable than a man with a baby? In my book, not much.
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