I came to a realization over the weekend.
As many pregnant women can attest to, the slightest change in routine can make you feel horrible. If you don't eat on time, or your sleep schedule gets messed up, or you don't drink enough water, or you end up stuck out all day... whatever it is, the more your routine gets messed up, the worse you feel.
Well, this past weekend I had to rush my husband to the hospital. He had an undiagnosed ulcer bleed out. Everything is okay now, but it was super scary for two days. I didn't sleep, anytime I started to pass out there was some alarm from the damn I.V., or the nurse would come in to take his vitals, or some random something would wake me right back up. (Some poor woman had a heart attack down the hall from us. She was alright when we left, Thank God, but it certainly was something to wake up to.) I didn't eat for about 22 hours straight that first day. I barely drank anything. I rested in a chair and had a parade of friends and family, nurses and doctors constantly visiting and wanting updates.
Talk about a total interruption of my schedule. Despite all this, I really felt physically FINE. I didn't have to wake up three times overnight to pee, and I was even able to rest on my belly without Squiggle kicking and making me miserable. The damn kid seemed to give me a break. While it was very kind of it, why the hell does it make my life so complicated the rest of the time?!
Answer: Your unborn baby is an asshole, but not a big enough one to bother you while its daddy is sick.
Followup: Squiggle is back to being annoying. David is doing super extra good now.
