Tonight the husband and I were awakened at 4 am by our doorbell. We groggily arose and somewhat ridiculously talked through the mailslot (I was too protective to open the door, imagining all kinds of strange schemes that might be planned) and learned that the woman on the other side needed cash to pay a taxi to take her to a friend's house. She was yelling because she was deaf, she said. It was a strange, convoluted story, but we decided to give her some money through the door slot on the (very slight) chance that it really was a woman in distress.
I'm not sure if it's the fact that I just stopped working and don't have the pressure of waking up tomorrow morning, or the knowledge that soon we'll be awakened in the middle of the night multiple times to administer feedings, but we decided we couldn't sleep and stayed up to watch television. We considered it a late night feeding without the feeding. It seemed an almost surreal precursor to this upcoming surreal period of our lives.
Now, if I were really motivated, I would use this time to sit on the "birthing ball..."
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