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A fleeting, subjective impression
By: Allison Elizabeth Whitney
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| Tuesday, 25-Aug-2009 02:44 |
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Bed Rest
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the light make-up I put on for all day in bed
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I love the early morning. This baby and I are on the same sleeping schedule. I can't sleep at night, but I can take about five naps during the day if I'm alone. I get up at around five. Ali is still fast asleep. Ian is in that place between sleep and reality. I roll on over and get up from the bed and walk through the quiet house. I turn on some music that plays throughout the house and in the bedrooms to get the boys up and moving, but they will remain in bed for another hour. I eat a banana on my way outside to pick up the chronicle. I come back in and open Ali's bedroom door to sneak a peek. I go to Ian and turn on the bedside lamp to help him consider getting up. Still, no one is moving.
I take my dog outside and she runs in the wet grass while I sit by the pool. It has been humid lately. Every evening calls for a thunderstorm or lightening storm. We've had some great light shows recently. The kind that you turn off all the lights for. I'll start to read the paper, but I don't get very far at all. Archer is kicking away and making his presence known. He must like the sound of my muffled singing. I'm glad neighbors can't stare over my fence and see the pregnant woman outside, singing out loud to the baby in her tummy, at 5:30 in the morning. This morning, I was singing some great numbers from Heart.
I'm starting to believe all the pregnancy myths about having boys. My hair looks fabulous. It's not falling out and it doesn't look flat. Sometimes, I actually feel like I'm glowing. My skin looks lovely. From behind, I still have a waist. I carry all of my baby up front. He also enjoys steak and shrimp (you know, if you want to take me out to dinner, the baby's wants come first).
I can't wait to meet him.
**I'm on bed rest now. It's killing me. Especially since my mom and sisters insist on being present when the boys aren't around to make sure I'm actually resting in bed. This is why I love the mornings. I still have some freedom and room to stretch.
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