Good morning Poncho,
Things have been very crazy lately, I know. I’m certainly not making it easy for you, and in turn you are letting me know that I need to slow down. Well, that is the plan today. So much has been going on lately and rather than be honest and tell people I’m very tired and don’t want to, I try and do it all. By all accounts, I’ve had an “unremarkable” pregnancy, for which I am thankful. But for some reason, pride has made be believe that because everything has gone pretty well, I shouldn’t make statements about being tired or hurting, but the truth is I am exhausted. It’s not about me taking “me” time before you get here, it’s about getting everything ready for your arrival. I know this past weekend was rough on you, and I’m mostly to blame for that. However, I am very excited that we were able to get the baby blanket that your dad was brought home from the hospital in. That means the most to me.
After all the self-inflicted craziness lately, I’ve decided I want to stay home and relax with you. Your mid-afternoon krav maga rounds may make taking a nap a little more difficult, but I do enjoy spending that time with you. I need to not be around people right now (with exception of your father, of course.) I’ve been getting rather irritated with everything from Facebook in general, to the constant and relentless reminders that “we won’t be sleeping once you get here”. These comments almost sound like threats to our intelligence, suggesting we interpret our having a house cat is sufficient training for bringing another life into the world. I’ve heard everything from everyone who obviously “knows better” and has decided to provide unsolicited pearls of wisdom like; being told that my doctor doesn’t know anything, the cat will try and kill you, I have to go to 42 weeks, I can’t have a C-section, what people will call you regardless of what we name you, what we HAVE to do in terms of EVERYTHING, and the most common statement lately is “we won’t sleep for 18 years”. I’m always trying to see the humor in everyday life, but hearing this over and over has become rather obnoxious. What I could really use now is support, a good laugh and life going as as normal. That’s why I’m really looking forward to going to the auto show. It’s something I thoroughly enjoy doing because I get to spend time with family, enjoy a favorite automotive past-time and I’ll get to have my picture taken in a Ferrari or Aston Martin. It’ll be even better because I’ll be pregnant, with you, in a Ferrari. And after having fun at the auto show, we plan on spending the rest of the weekend barricaded inside, watching movies and having some much needed quiet time.
But why wait until this weekend to start quiet time. I deactivated my Facebook account to not only remove temptation to spend time on there, but to remove the negativity that it seems to be breeding lately. I’m going to get season 4 of Mad Men and spend the entire day doing laundry and watching one of my favorite shows with you. I’m going to ignore calls and text messages, turn off the computer and remember what it feels like to be okay enjoying the company of myself, my thoughts and your jabs and kicks.
Thank you Poncho, for being there with a kick or punch to remind me of what really matters right now. Thank you for giving me the courage to say no, to step back and be ok with upsetting people, who don’t even have a place to be upset anyway. Thank you for the perspective of what really matters right now, and what will matter in the near and distant future. And thank you for making me feel like I can do this. If I may ask only one small favor; could you please give my sciatic nerve a break. Nevermind…that must be your way of telling me to relax. I love you, Poncho.