The Reason I’ll Have Nightmares Tonight
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I am officially a non-commuter. Unless you count the two flights of stairs I’ll need to walk down to get from my bedroom to our home office. That is a tolerable commute. It’s also one that can be done in my jammies. You know, without too many strange looks.
Hang on a second.
WOOOHOOOOOO!
Okay. I’m back.
Now I far from hate my job (most days), but the stress of commuting an hour away when I’m _this_ pregnant, is a little daunting. The what-ifs play over and over in my head. The road I travel is dangerous and there are wrecks all the time. I’ve frequently wondered if one of these days it could be me. Or if I had left just five minutes earlier, could I have been the one in the ditch instead of that guy? EHH has the same type of panic and typically will stalk the local headlines if I’m not signed on to AIM at work by a certain time. He is ecstatic that I’m no longer going to be driving 87 miles a day round trip. In fact, I’ll be lucky if I drive that many miles over two weeks!
Also? There’s only ONE rest area during the ride. And the worst of the traffic is always just before it. I’ve been extremely lucky that I haven’t had to pee during the ride. THAT might have been bad.
So I’m officially a telecommuter until this kid decides to show up. And just to make sure I knew I was doing this for her, I wasn’t two miles from my office tonight when a GIANT Braxton Hicks contraction had me repeating to myself for the duration of it, “Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.” And when it stopped? I immediately looked at my belly and said, “DO NOT even THINK ABOUT IT!”
Never too early to start disciplining, right?
