Contractions started at 3am this morning. That was 11 hours ago. I’m not supposed to be thinking about that, about time, and I didn’t even ask Kris the time it was until nearly 10am, but its starting to take its toll.
I should busy myself doing things I enjoy my midwife says, but that’s a challenge when you’re brought to your knees every seven minutes. Still, the suggestion is a solid one. This is nothing compared to what’s going to come, whenever that may be.
So I am currently enjoying sitting criss-cross applesauce on our bathroom’s radiant floor
, laptop on toilet, updating BPS.
I enjoyed our hour’s walk around the neighborhood and Garner Park earlier. It was really cold and snowy. I was listening to Fun. and Gwen Stefani and then when Jason Mraz’s “I Won’t Give Up” shuffled through I cried a little. Gets me every time that one.
I am about to enjoy a movie with Kris. Or maybe continue with “The Walking Dead” that we started last night. Something that doesn’t require my undivided attention.
I’d like to enjoy a tuna salad wrap but is there anything worse to vomit than tunafish? I will stick with my smoothies.
I’m not going to write about Arlo or about how much I miss him or about how the longer this takes the longer we will be separated. Nope. Not going to write about that.
I am enjoying my hot water bottle.