Friday, October 27, 2006

While Staring at the Ceiling

These are the thoughts that went through my mind when I couldn't go back to sleep this morning:

- I wonder if Hannah is cold. I'm freezing.

- I'm starving. The meal at my inlaws last night streched out my stomach, so now it feels emptier than usual. I think I can make it to the daylight.

- Goodbye FedEx. I'm not sure if it's actually FedEx, but living close to an airport, you hear planes come and go all the time. This one leaves every morning at approximately the same time. And it's loud. Really loud. I always wait for the sonic boom. But it never happens. I'm always surprised about that. Anyhow, I decided that it's FedEx, and a very large cargo plane shipping everyone's Ebay items across the world.

- I wish I could just fall back asleep. For some reason, hearing Jason's alarm go off this morning for the 12th time really woke me up. Him and his morning quirks. He sets his alarm for like an hour before he actually has to get up. Usually I am used to it. I don't even hear the alarm sounding off every 9 minutes the first 4 times. Poor guy. He's so not a morning person. He can barely talk. And he looks like he's in the most excrutiating pain and would rather be on Fear Factor eating Japanese beatles - as long as it was in the evening.

- I am a lovely person in the morning. I wake up chipper and cheerful. I can have a completely intelligent conversation, if only there was anyone to talk to. I'm such a peach.

- When I was younger and had responsibilites in the morning unlike now, which are changing a diaper, eating oatmeal, and sipping tea while watching Sesame Street with the kid, I would do something so cuckoo. I would actually pretend to be really groggy, and like I hated the morning. Think Steve Carrell in The Office trying to fit in. "Oh man, I'm so tired. This really sucks. If I didn't have to be here, I'd be sleeping in all day." Um yeah, never slept in past 9. Ever. I'm such a weirdo.

- Hmmm...Wonder what I'm going to wear to my friend's bridal shower. Oooh I know. But I need to buy some tights. Cute, opaque brown tights. With a cool texture. I'll go to Target. But what if they don't have what I want. They never have what I picture in my mind and it's so disappointing because, no, I don't have $25 to spend at Nordstrom on Hosiery.

- I'm really starting to get my belly. It's really jiggly. Like all my fat has just been shifted up a little higher. I don't want another c-section. I don't, don't, don't. But natural childbirth has never been on my list of "Things to Do While on Earth" either. If I get a midwife, and attempt to give birth at home, will my family think I have gone completely bananas? Yes. Yes they will.

- If I find an OB that will let me try to have a normal delivery, I refuse to be induced unless I am 2 weeks past my due date and/or we know for a fact the baby is in danger. Too bad this doctor I have in my mind does not exist, just like those tights I want.

- OK, enough. My thoughts have turned to worries. Time to pray.

2 Comments:

Blogger sara said...

if it's any consolation, my husband does the same thing with his alarm. only ours is broken so the sound that we wake up to is the most awful "eeeeeggghhhhhck" static.

i found some cute brown striped opaque tights at target...i hope you find something.

nice ending. time to pray.

4:23 PM  
Blogger Lauren S. said...

Aaah! I was just at Target yesterday and totally forgot to look. Those sound cute. Thanks for letting me know.

It seems many people do this with their alarm, but coming from a family of early risers, and being one who practically leaps out of bed with the first beep, it never ceases to amaze me. :D

8:30 AM  

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