night terrors

Okay, so my initial freak out has somewhat subsided. I'm taking it day by day and remembering why I got into this in the first place, the miracle of life, a mother's bond, blah blah blah.

In other news, last night my husband just about gave me a heart attack. He was out "jamming" with his band (I say jamming in quotations, because that is just one of those words that I can't pull off), and normally when he is out I have a lot of trouble falling asleep. But I guess there is something to this being super tired in the first trimester thing I keep reading about. I put in my ear plugs, got through about three pages of the Tom Robbins book I was reading, and passed out cold within 15 minutes.

Enter a slightly buzzed Simon a half hour later. Apparently, our dog Stella was barking (and she's half Basset, so she has a loud bark), Simon had turned all the lights on in the rest of the apartment, and he had been calling me because he assumed I was still awake. But I wasn't. In fact, I must have been borderline comatose. I'm not sure what eventually roused me, but in my state of confusion and sensory deprivation (it was dark in the bedroom and I had my earplugs in still), I awoke to see someone standing at the foot of the bed. Before my brain had a chance to adjust and realize where I was and that it was just Simon, I started screaming. And it was real screaming. Terror screams. The likes of which I haven't let out since I was convinced in a moment of weakness (induced by a massive tequila hangover) to ride the rollercoaster at West Edmonton Mall.

Eventually, after screaming and flailing about, my body caught up with my brain and things started to come together. Of course, after that adrenaline kick to my system, I was unable to get back to sleep. Made for one hell of a day at work. But the nausea helped to keep me awake.

Oh...we have an interview at a co-op in Port Moody on Wednesday. Perfect timing.