Thursday, March 17, 2011

A night alone with the husband, a night at Gramma's for the kids...

...And I'm a nervous wreck. Most moms would be ecstatic to be able to have a night alone with her husband...I'm just wondering how I'm going to manage to sleep tomorrow night. An hour and a half away seems like a whole continent away if something goes wrong. I feel like I'm going to throw up just thinking about it. I asked Dayton to arrange for the "hand over" to be tomorrow evening...what does he do? Arranges to do it at 1:30 or 2. That does not make for a happy wife..at all. My nerves are shot anyway, without worrying about the kids being gone....but hey, what's one more thing to add onto it? Ugh.

I'll be so glad when all these hormones calm down and I can wake up for once without a knot in my stomach or a tight chest. Anxiety is a bitch. Between my hormones and stress and Dayton's stress concerning his surgery and his job, we're ready to bite each other's heads off.

Meanwhile, we're also going to meet new baby Benjamin tomorrow <3. The idea of my sister with two kids is so bizarre to me. I always assumed they'd only have one. My mom is being her typical jealous self and causing stress for everyone because she's not going to be in the center of what's going on. She's been giving my sister constant shit, just like she did with me during my first pregnancy (I'm sorry, but I don't feel the need for an audience as I'm giving birth. And God forbid I have the audacity to want to spend the first 10 days after the baby is born alone with my husband and new baby). Omagoodness. Just thinking about it is stressful. I'm really hoping that she's finally taken the hint (she had to call and guilt my sister AGAIN yesterday about it), and will act decent to everyone else that's around tomorrow at the hospital. The last thing my sister needs is high blood pressure due to stress before she goes in for a c-section. That worries me. My sister tries to play it off like she's the toughest cookie in the box, but I know how stressful these situations with my mom can be, and I know she's worried about what's going to happen.

On a completely random note, PLEASE God, let Michael sleep for a while tonight on his own. I can't handle having him in bed all night again. I.AM.FRIED.

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