Last night, I woke up around 2:30am and though I was feeling the early contractions of labor. I'm at 36.5 weeks so this would not have been a crisis necessarily, except that, for all my talk of contingency plans, I really wasn't ready to figure out what to do with the back to back classes that I'm supposed to teach tomorrow and with the numerous meetings I still have scheduled in the next couple of weeks before the semester ends. Sure, I know that everyone is well aware of the situation and will be flexible, but it was overwhelming just thinking about it. Ah, my old familiar friend, overwhelm. I'm sure the fact that I had only gotten 3-4 hours of restless sleep and was thinking about this in between contractions wasn't helping matters.
I did not actually go into labor and was able to get to sleep successfully by 3:30 am. I woke up at 5:45 (my son is an early bird) though and was exhausted. So, what better reason to have a major self-care day. I figured, with the real early labor possibility and the impending end of the semester, this would be one of the last few opportunities for me to truly take a day to get myself together.
So, after dropping my son off at school, I came home and took a 2-hour nap. Then I did get a little work done before heading out for lunch and a pedicure. It was so nice to have a little bit of time to rest, relax and take care of myself. And, as I stare at my toes, I remember how it's the little things that make such a huge difference in life.
I know, of course, the despite the best laid (and incredibly packed) plans of the next few weeks, if the baby decides she's ready to meet the world early, I'd better be prepared, but it was nice to take a day for myself. It was pretty radical, in fact.
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