Roller Coaster
The baby hasn’t arrived and I’m already tired, this doesn’t bode well.The last 48 hours have been an emotional roller coaster of my own making that has left me disappointed, tired and fretful. I was excited but I’m reserving what little excess energy I have for later.
It all starts Sunday evening when Ally thought she was experiencing contractions. These sensations didn’t last longer than 30’ but they thrust my imagination into overdrive, taking me on a whirlwind ride of what ifs and holy cows, all the while questioning whether I was ready. I can now unequivocally say, “I was ready”.
Fast-forward 24 hours and Ally was once again experiencing some unfamiliar sensations, this time though they were more regular and stronger. I thought for sure this was it. We even went for a gentle stroll along the Lochside trail to start the ball rolling, Ally walking like C3PO after he was reassembled by Chewbacca, and me babbling on about the serendipitous series of events that has taken us to this fortunate moment. I was ready to meet this girl, I wanted to have our first conversation. I was excited.
We returned home, the sensations immediately stopped, and Ally went to bed. Today, we have nothing, not even a remote, tiny, inconsequential little tightening. I’m not a patient person.
Needless to say, after two restless nighst I’m left with a weary body and a low level of enthusiasm. If it wasn’t for my brother-in-law needing to get into shape for Rapattack I question whether I would have run. Actually that’s silly, I would have run, just slower.
Training:
Monday: day off (scheduled)
Tuesday: easy 59:58
We returned home, the sensations immediately stopped, and Ally went to bed. Today, we have nothing, not even a remote, tiny, inconsequential little tightening. I’m not a patient person.
Needless to say, after two restless nighst I’m left with a weary body and a low level of enthusiasm. If it wasn’t for my brother-in-law needing to get into shape for Rapattack I question whether I would have run. Actually that’s silly, I would have run, just slower.
Training:
Monday: day off (scheduled)
Tuesday: easy 59:58
2 comments:
I remember when we were having the second child, the wifey poo would scamper about panicking, freaking out, 'it's time...it's time...it's time' for about 1 minute, then calmy walk around like on serious calming meds.
She was sedate.
Then she would do it again, go nuts running around panicking, picking stuff up from everyhwere, for 1 minute...this went on and off for some time...I just stood there waiting with the door ajar....waiting, like I was waiting for a big fly to find the fresh air exit.
I remember when we were having the second child, the wifey poo would scamper about panicking, freaking out, 'it's time...it's time...it's time' for about 1 minute, then calmy walk around like on serious calming meds.
She was sedate.
Then she would do it again, go nuts running around panicking, picking stuff up from everyhwere, for 1 minute...this went on and off for some time...I just stood there waiting with the door ajar....waiting, like I was waiting for a big fly to find the fresh air exit.
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