That is my confession...I overslept this morning. I dont even remember turning the alarm clock off. I must be more tired then I realize. But lets go over the last 2 days of events to see if we can figure out why I am so tired...
Wednesday: I left work right at 5pm and headed home. I picked up my Dad so that we could go and get his prescription from the pharmacy. He had been without his breathing treatment for 3 days which is not good for a terminally ill person. I had called the pharmacy twice while I was at work and was getting ready to chomp on Dr. Ackart when they finally faxed in his refills. I went home, I fed my cats, got Bjourne and went up to Wal-Mart. I get there, get his medicine and Jeremys medicine is an issue because they insurance company refused to pay for it because they say it is too soon. I call bullcrap. So, I explain that he had a NEW prescription and a NEW dosage so, therefore, its a new prescription. Well, I have to wait for them to verify this through the insurance and then I had to wait for them to fill it. Jeremy calls while I am waiting and I tell him to just get pizza on his way home for everyone, because there was no way I was going home to cook. I finally get his prescription. I get to my parents just a few minutes before he does, and we eat dinner around 8pm. I then get Bjourne, and rush home and start a load a laundry. I straighten up my kitchen. I take a quick bath. I finally get in bed around 10:30 or so, and I am so tired I can't hardly see straight.
Thursday: Once again I leave work right at 5pm, (understand, it takes me an hour to get home) I get to Mom and Dads and his hands are bothering him and hes out of breath from just getting back from the bank. I help him get his braces on and we head to the grocery store. We get groceries, and I go back to his house and start fixing tacos. Its 8:30 before we eat. I then go home and put away my groceries, dry a load of laundry, wash another load of laundry, get Bjourne ready for bed, make sure the cats and fish are fed, make the bed, pick Jeremys clothes up out of the floor in the bathroom, sweep the bathroom, yell at him to scoop the litterboxes, fold and put away the towels, go to him and tap my foot for emphasis, spank Jinx for climbing the wall, hop in the bath to wash my face and rinse off, get out, brush my teeth, put on cocoa butter, go to feed the cats and wind up with Super Supper all over me because Jinx jumped for the bowl at the same time I went to set it down. Have to find more pajamas, because my maternity ones need to be washed, end up wearing one of Jeremys t-shirts, and get in bed about 11pm.
And I wonder why I overslept this morning. This is not just two days that are like this, it's everyday. And I havent even had my baby yet. And tonight, I have to go home and clean. The kitchen, the hallway and both bathrooms have to be mopped, I have dishes in the sink that have to be done, the refrigerator needs to be cleaned out, the stove wiped down, all the rooms vaccuumed...and somewhere in there I need to find time for dinner. Don't get me wrong, I am not bitter that I have to help take care of Daddy. Thats part of my life, and I know that hes taken care, and Mama doesnt have to worry while shes working. I am just not sure whos going to do it after I have the baby. This is a heavy load to bare. And Jeremy helps when he can, but hes taking night classes. I am sure that once I am healed and recovered, I can do it just fine, but until then, whos going to do it? And its not just Daddy. Its my house too. I guess we will cross that bridge when we get there.
I had the wierdest dream last night...I had a dream that my water broke, and I remember feeling a little panicked like,maybe it was too soon. I was sitting in a chair in like, a doctors waiting room, and my water breaks, and I look down, and my babys being born...and these nurses and this doctor come and scoop him up, and cut the umbilical cord, and I keep telling them Jeremy is supposed to do that, and where are you going with my son?? And they are running down this corridor with him, and I am bleeding where they cut the cord, and Jeremys trying to stop the bleeding, he keeps saying I am going to bleed to death, I am going to bleed to death and so is Lucas, if they dont do something, and I am trying to get out of this chair and chase after them, and I keep saying, where are you taking my son?? And the doctor yells back, your daughter is not going to make it...And I remember standing in this cold corridor wondering what in the hell is going on...I am having a boy. I saw his wanky and scrotum in the ultrasound. Its a boy. Then these people lead me into this locker room type thing, and Jeremy is with me, and they are like, take a shower, you are covered in blood its disgusting. And there are discarded clothes everywhere. And there are lockers. And I am just standing there. And I am like, I want to see my son. And they are like, after you have shower and get dressed you can see your baby, have a seat and wait in here. So, I go and take a shower, still looking pregnant, and Jeremy helps me find some clothes, and I am devestated at the sight of the blood soaked hospital gown. I sit at this little table with little chairs, like you see in kindergarten class rooms and we are waiting. And this guy comes in and kisses me like he knows me. I push him off of me, and Jeremy is just sitting there, shocked, and I am like, what the hell are you doing? Get away from me! And hes like you know who I am, you just gave birth to my daughter. I am looking at Jeremy like, can you believe this guy?? What a nutcase...I had a son. I am married. These security people come back to get us, and they are like, you can go home now, and I am like, I dont think so, where is my son? And they tell me there records show that I had a daughter and she was premature and she is in the prenatal unit and I cant see her. And I said I dont want to see her, I want to see my son. I had a son. Where is he? And they make me go home. And the kissy guy follows us, and I am like, go away, I dont know who you are, I did not ever sleep with you to have your baby, and I do not want you to touch me.
I get to some house I do not recognize and I sit down and talk to my parents, and I am talking like my water broke, but I havent had the baby...and I havent felt him move, so I keep trying to get Jeremy to call the doctor and tell them, my water broke, I havent had my baby, and I cant feel him move and Jeremy keeps making all of these excuses...and that guy who is saying I had his daughter is still there, and I woke up right when Jeremy was getting ready to punch his lights out...Wierd, huh? I am not sure where that came from, and I am too afraid to even begin to analyze it...I just thought I would share it and get some opinions....
Well, I am going to get back to work...
3 comments:
Wow.....that was a really wierd dream. You could make a little 30 min. movie out of that. Your creative even when you sleep.
Are you disappointed that you are having a boy? Or is there someone that keeps insisting you're having a girl? I had many crazy dreams when I was pregnant, it's just part of it. I kept having this one dream, where I had twins, but aliens took them away and I could only go after one of them. I was in this multiple story building where people were trying to kill the aliens. I had to tell them to stop shooting or they would kill my babies. And in the end I only saved 1 of them.
How's that for a weird dream? I also think your fear of delivery is coming out.
I swear, it was like a 30 minute episode of the Twilight Zone! I dont really have any fears of delivery or labor. These people do this everyday, I am pretty secure in who is delivering my baby. That is one thing I do not want to control is my labor. But I am not disappointed that I am having a boy. I am just happy that we both are healthy. It was just so strange, I had to share it!
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