
Its 3:37am and I cant sleep. From the sinuses to other audible distractions I’m thoroughly irritated thinking about struggling through another work day sleepy tomorrow. Everyone thats a parent or mom, and I do mean everyone, with a smirk or with love says “
get all the sleep you can cause when the baby comes you’ll want to cry from sleep deprivation”. Little do they know this pregnancy, minus a few blissful weeks, has been riddled with sleep deprivation. Knowing there is a visual ball of joy and tears and hunger waiting for me when I get home is one thing but the frustration to know that the only company you have is a stuffy nose to distract you from a silent home and a good nights sleep is more than frustrating.
As I laid here listening to my own nose’s symphony of rhythmic struggling sounds I want to get dressed and head straight to my $25 Korean sauna house ( jejusauna.net ) and be amongst the moisture and quiet. I wanted to get the new humidifier yesterday but I was exhausted and poor Parris had a horribly busy day at work that didn’t end until 1:30am. I sat in the car for two seconds after work last night and wanted to spontaneously cry just trying to pull the tangled bag past the emergency break. Hormones, probably. I was also just so tired. And yet, I sit all day. I don’t have a strenuous job. No one really bothers me. I’m a project manager during the day. All this is not to complain.. wait nope.. take it as you will. Which brings me to my new revelation about 'normalcy' below but first my challenge update.
*****THE CHALLENGE STATUS: 365 days of prayer & meditation twice a day ****
The last nine days I have been spotty. As a triumph I actually prayed on days there were no issues no problems and no big successes. They were just days I chose to talk to God. For statistics sake I will admit it was only 3 of the 9. The other days, only once did I pray and meditate twice in a day, I merely hit up a prayer as a way to calm myself down from an irritation. And to tell you the truth it worked. I was amazed at how instantly when I spoke the truth, the childish immature truth, about how I was feeling I dropped off into a deep peaceful sleep. I’m trying on this wretched morning of clogged up sinuses, puffy eyes and a sleeping angel in my tummy to recommit, yet again, to the challenge.
Honestly, if I think about it, I believe I haven’t written in a week for two reasons, ok no, three reasons.
1. I was sick again for some of those days and for some reason when I’m sick I completely fall apart. How do people who regularly pray handle being physically sick and keeping to a prayer and meditation schedule? I have my theories about why, outside of it being human to have a hard time in general when they are sick, I can say I feel the most vulnerable and less connected to God when I’m sick.
2. I was in a crappy mood at the times I was able to write. For some reason I just don’t want to deal with hearing the ‘cheer up Anana instantly cause I said so’ sentiments I tend to get stemming from good intentions and a consciousness about the baby feeling my thoughts. I find it hilarious that people think its that easy but will go off and stay grumpy as heck as if their behavior isn’t affecting others. I know. I’m not supposed to lash out cause I’m in a coveted position that’s different. I am not them. I am affecting another life. Trust me if there is anything everyone reminds you of every second of being pregnant its that. I just want to say sometimes, your behavior if affecting someone too. What REALLY pathetic is before being pregnant, I was saying the same thing to some other pregnant woman. Maybe not as indignantly but I was saying it. Funny how life and God teaches you to have compassion. But if I constantly ignore how similar I am with folks that irritate me I don’t think Id ever get it. EVER (laughing).
3. I really had been sinking back into a belief that the challenge, in the grand scheme of things didn’t matter. Logically I knew it to not be true but I think sometimes I just get tired of trying. Tired of creating ways to improve. Tired of trying to talk about it, dig my way out of confusion alone. Even tired of initiating thought provoking conversation with friends and family who quite honestly are tired of their own stuff.
So I’d most likely say a mixture of the three reasons above is why I have not journaled honestly in the past nine days. At least, other than putting forth an honest effort, that I have done is be honest in my journal/blog about the challenge. Sigh I’ve been painfully consistent with that.
I have learned that not praying and meditating, and Im completely clear about it now, really does make for a rougher time in this world for a gal. I’ve understood more when I’ve prayed and meditated in the morning then done the same to dump the junk in the evening. It’s amazing how people bother you less, difficult circumstances are less daunting and you take on less of everyone else’s fears for you.
Crazy thing at work yesterday a co-work said, “
I cant believe you made it to work on Friday you endangered yourself and the life of your child Anana”. It annoyed me and she clearly wanted to make the profound office point so she and the others who couldn’t make it in would feel better in light of our completely unrealistic and randomly punitive CEO. I was glad I was able to brush her judgmental statement off cause I knew I was ok while driving cause the roads were clear for me. I knew I would never endanger my child. But little poisonous statements and people try to find any crack and crevasse they can during the days so you can live in fear with everyone else. No thank you.
I can say this challenge has been helping. But I will also say it’s the most nitty gritty challenge I’ve ever woke up one day in my spontaneous Gemini mind and decided to do.
An added boost to journal this time was a movie I saw and a girlfriend who sent me a text saying, “your mailbox is full and I really like your blog”. It made me smile on the inside cause she is a friend in NY that don’t get to spend much time with and to know she was reading somehow gave me a nudge. Responses have helped. When you choose a challenge, by yourself, for yourself, it’s a lonely journey cause truly no one is making you responsible and you have no company along the way. You just push on some how and thankfully reap the rewards that one day may build permanent character. I hope that translates to my baby.
*************** I thought about the drug 'normalcy' **************
OK its been a while and this is on my heart to write about.
I saw a movie that dealt with the issue of adults, all kinds, covering up the reality of situations affect on children’s emotions to satisfy their need for ‘normalcy’. If you look at the picture above you will fall in love with the idea of a happy ‘normal family’ but its all an illusion. We have happy moments and sad moments and confused moments and fearful moments. Some know that and some don’t. Some will fixate on that image and never care to think any deeper cause they are in love with the television, surface level presentation of normalcy. In my early twenties I chose to deal with (as we all have to) my own childhood frustrations and realized a lot of my push to do the challenge was also to find a center for me and the baby and my family. To not be tossed around the world of ‘normalcy’ that changes in every household, every town, every city, every country, every season of the media, with every president, with every new marketing campaign. I don’t know how ‘The Jones’’ do it. It’s amazing how powerful this idea of hiding from the real emotion of a situation can cause a family to distort a child’s ability to balance things in life later on. I see now it’s mainly because those parents have no center either. I’m currently fighting to leave that club. I don’t want that for my child. I also don’t want to be renegade mommy reacting to the plastic nature of the world so much that I confuse it with the beautiful simplicity of the world. I don’t want to be renegade mommy unless I absolutely have to be. All I can say is I hope to develop the courage I need to not feed into the ‘new normal’ every time it rears its trifling head in my life. It will confuse me and my child and not prepare it for how to navigate in a world of people who are not bad jus afraid. I don’t want it. I also don’t want to be ruled by the fear of it. Mind boggling. Thank God for prayer.
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************ PREGGY UPDATE ************
My Body.
I believe I’ve settled into this feeling of the baby kicking a lot. It still wakes me up most times. I really like it. And as soon as I get a little used to the balance and my disappearing view of my legs, I hit another growth spurt bring the joy of stretching stomach muscles. Since I’ve started back dancing a little I’m getting my tone back in my legs cause I was on my way to having weak muscles. I’m thankful to have a little strength back after that long bed rest bout. But the fatigue is daunting at the end of the day and just going to get worse so I hear. I still am not comfortable with how general folks I don’t know fixate on my body and their hands tend to automatically gravitate to my belly. But, for those special people I have installed a wonderful counter forearm judo chop move to bypass their disrespectful approaches without asking to grope my belly. I was smooth last Saturday after teaching the class. Funny thing also is some dude was trying to ‘eye’ me after the class when my belly was covered and I spread my little black shirt open, placed my hands on my hips exposing my round red shirt decorated belly and nodded, “move on buddy I’m busy making a baby here” (laughing). The look on his face was priceless.
Help. Guidance.
Parris and I finally got to our first meeting with a Doula to discuss the baby, birth plans, our emotions, our health.. everything. I cant tell you how relieved I felt. Going into the biggest change of my life without preliminary talks and planning to the best of our ability was eating at me more than I knew. I also had been completely lost being my first pregnancy about the changes in my body and the random supportive and informative comments from friends, family and a busy doctor can NOT replace one person dedicated to supporting you. Having someone in town focused on you having a healthy, peaceful, informed journey to your birth is worth everything. I will never be pregnant for the first time again. I don’t want to spend it flapping around like an untrained swimmer expending energy on stuff that really doesn’t matter. We have a weekly appointment and will lay out the birth plan, get taught couples massage, be guided on the proper nutrition, work on pain management (I hate typing it) and many other things. I’m so excited. She is not only a doula but a massage therapist and yoga instructor. Im very very happy and thankful.
The baby.
The baby at the last checkup last week was 1lb 4oz. My mom laughs that Im gonna have a big baby. The kicks and punches are more distinct now. I can fell the difference between a punch and a kick and a roll. Its funny when the baby will punch one spot several times. Sometimes Ill push that area and the baby will keep punching back. Its so hilarious and precious to me. Im so thankful during those times that Im doing this challenge because from the hormones and physical discomforts to true life issues I can see why young mothers in turmoil could not enjoy the blessing in their belly. I used to judge them a little. Shake my head and think ‘why cant she just stop a moment and enjoy it”. I was sooo naïve. You can have brief moments of joy but they are still drowning in confusion, fear, worry and pain that can take over your life if you are young scared and lost with no support. Or, you can connect in, get guidance and help, find your space and work every day to be able to treasure the joy as a priority and make everything else less than what you share with your child cause you will never see that time again. I’m getting a small taste of it. I’m thankful for friends and family and Parris for helping to create a scenario where I can enjoy my baby cause so many mothers are not blessed with my scenario. I want to cry for them sometimes but instead I keep them in my prayers.
Labor.
Not looking forward to it. Period. But the doula and Parris made a good point about visualizing the best case scenario and not the worst. I’ve just been blocking it out with a drop of fear lurking in the corners but I will be spending much more time focusing on the best case scenario.
Baby Items.
I started my list and budget spreadsheet of what we will need and this past weekend friends and family had ready for our pick up wonderful items like the car seat and clothing and bouncey’s. My sleepless nights are now decorated with visual signs of our baby on the way. It makes me smile through my thinly aired sniffles. The items bring color to my living room and I am just too tickled about it all. I cant WAIT to see the life that’s currently jumping around in my stomach in those items. I still have to wash everything and continue the preparations but Im so thankful for all the items thus far.
Baby Shower/Blessing Way
Sigh. I have no idea. I know the mom isn’t supposed to do anything but honestly I have so many friends that occupy different social groups, family out of town etc. I worry about people being left out. I know how everyone is very busy and I don’t want folks to be stressed out over me. I was thinking I would through a family event in March (still need to lock down the location I have the band) and that way everyone can come and we can celebrate like our wedding after party. If folks want to bring gifts they can but ultimately it will just be nice for the community to get together and practice welcoming the baby as a community. Unfortunately we don’t live in a time where different communities support each other. Everything is so segregated now even when you as a person are not. I really want to do this part and then if my friend and family want to have more intimate gatherings I will graciously and happily be there. Im so thankful (sounding like broken record but I am) for my friends and family that love me.
Daddy
Daddy is catching on and playing his role. Im learning to focus on doing my part well and allow him his space and time to progress. Not praying and meditating can have me preoccupied with his activities and fearful of stuff I have no control over. I’d like to blame the hormones but I did the same thing before I got pregnant its just highlighted now with more UMPH lol. I’m thankful for his support. I know he is happy to do it cause he is “daddy” but growth ain’t easy for anyone and I have to say he really is growing. Things aren’t perfect and I forgot the pace of the growth is not always the point, but I see definite beautiful necessary and appreciated growth in him. The ride is bumpy but it is still moving …(laughing)… so I’m thankful (laughing).
One thing I am really enjoying are the funny emails and texts I get through out the day from him. I think its crazy how when you strip a scenario of all the excess fat, in just a few words you can see someone’s heart for what it truly is. I do love him. It is the little things sometimes in a friendship that matter the most.
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Thanks for dealing with the typos and random topics lol. I really appreciate you reading.
Nana Bear