Yesterday was a hectic day.
I get up early to deal with Hazel’s breakfast, during which she rather avidly asks for a mena, or banana to us human folk. Breakfast segues nicely into the pseudo-potty learning that is currently underway at our house. Given that we have recently switched to cloth diapers, this is a refreshingly new adventure in parenting for us. After shuttling Amos to work and Hazel to her one-woman daycare, which always involves a pleasant if sometimes lengthy discussion on random things, I started my commute to the University of North Alabama, where I’ve happily been a student for the past week and a half. The commute begins with an hour drive to the top of a parking deck, then down the road level, where I take a shuttle to campus, and then walk a couple of blocks to my building. This was a short day for me; instead of having a 10-10:50 class followed by a 2-3:15, I just had to go to my first class. After chatting about Hemingway for an hour (and then adding on a little classmate convo at the end there), I hurried over to meet with my advisor, whom I discovered I totally love. Seriously, I have a teacher crush on this man. Oh, not the kind that involves a seduced me in bed next to a piano that Harvey Kietel totally carried from the beach so I could play it because it’s really my voice. No, this is the kind that involves lots of research and guidance down different critical approaches and lots of coffee. I love it.
After this day, driving home, I started working on a hormonal headache that only the pregnant can produce. After running to daycare to give Hazel another dose of Benadryl for her allergies, Amos and I decided to meet for lunch at Luvici’s. Now, I was starving by this point. I even told the waitress that I was, and I quote, “pregnant and starving” not just once, but twice. Two times I broke my normal my-business-is-my-business rule to tell this waitress that I meant business! Unfortunately, this was the day that broke our Luvici’s tradition and had a not-awesome experience, but at least it did end, a full on HOUR later, with free dessert from a much-nicer replacement waitress. Yeah. It was weird.
Anyway, by the time I got home, about 4 hours later than I thought I would that morning, I was in a good mood overall, but really exhausted. I decided to lay down and just sleep off the headache that I couldn’t take medicine for, and in that stillness I felt it. The fluttering, tiny thumping, bubbly sensation that makes the nausea, headaches, and other gross stuff I won’t even mention worth it. I felt the baby swimming around inside me ❤