My morning has been simple and sweet. Wednesdays are usually brutal; I get home from teaching Tuesday night around 11PM, and then, because I am a serious insomniac, I have to 'unwind' with food, television or music, magazines... it's a late night and I always wake up the next morning feeling hung over from sleep deprivation.
Today I opened my my tired eyes to the familiar cries of 'where'd mama go?', but I felt centered and clear headed. This sickness filled pregnancy has put everything into perspective and just standing up without making a dizzy sprint for the bathroom has me full of gratitude. I've always been a healthy and strong person, and not being able to count on my own body the past few months has been a frustrating but valuable learning experience.
Breakfast was sweet potato pancakes and fruit, and not even the little dictator could complain about that. We spent the morning making some towers with blocks and played with cars and before I knew it, lunch time had arrived. I cooked soba noodles with carrots, tofu, and ginger... amazingly Little Smith ate that too, happily. I announced it was nap time and he scooped up all of his monkeys and headed to his room... it doesn't get much easier.
So I am celebrating this quiet time to myself, feeling healthier than I have in months and thinking about this new baby growing in my belly. I am feeling movement already, and at just 16 weeks today that really surprised me. Last time the placenta was in a funny place and I didn't feel anything until it was more somersaults than flutters. I have butterflies dancing in there now. I don't get much time to focus on being pregnant, but I'm so happy to be adding this new mysterious person to our little family.
And now it's time for my afternoon shift, I hope it's as easy as the morning.