A big day

Everyone has seen the television show or movie where an expectant father becomes so concerned about his pregnant wife that he suffers more than she does and eventually goes into labor.  It is funny unless you happen to be the wife.  Then I suspect you must feel a bit put out.

I empathize with that guy now.

I woke up this morning with a cold sore, something I haven't had in years.  I went around with a sense of sadness and loss I couldn't put my finger on for a good part of the day.  I found myself unduly tired, plopping down in front of the television for a good chunk of the afternoon.  And tonight I was ready for bed at eight o'clock.

It wasn't bedtime so I took a hot bath instead.  The pain of climbing into the tub is always offset by the wonderful warmth of the water once I am in and as I lolled there it occurred to me that I have been suffering false labor!

My life is pretty much stress free, but I have been eating for two, sleeping poorly, feeling totally stressed for a long time now!   Maybe now that I know that, things will get better.

No one can really live (or suffer) for anyone else.  And this weight I have put on is not going to go away when this little project comes to term. 

Time for beddy cause tomorrow is the big day!