sleep deprivation

- Hi, my name is Marion and I am an insomniac
- Hi Marion...

Hello everyone,
Well, it's a tad early (or very late) to be up, but we'll make do. After some anxiety and some obsessively trying to have e-ve-ry-thing done and purchased way ahead of time, I've reached a zen state. It's nice. I feel ready.

Preparation classes are back in the full swing of things, and I'm liking that maternity ward with its labouring pool, and labour rooms with everything from massage oil (to put the partners to work - ha!), to exercise balls to all kinds of cushions and things.

I've been thinking, too (it happens...). You know that they don't let you eat or drink anything during labour? And that it lasts for maybe 15 hours on average for a first child? And that people have compared it to trying to run a marathon followed by a full-on sprint? Well, maybe .. just maybe... doing that on empty stomach might bring about exhaustion and contribute to the later blues. waddyathink?
(by the way the reason they don't let you eat or drink, at least in france, is in case they need to do an emergency anaesthesia; pregnant women especially are then likely to have all the contents of their digestive system spill back into the lungs. not a pretty picture. moving right along...)

So in the mean time, I try to psyche myself up for the 42 shots I'll have to give myself (I think I mentioned those in an earlier post, but maybe not. a shot a day for 6 weeks. yuck). And I deal with life - you know: asking for air miles that got lost along the way when we moved one too many times, looking for a car, looking for the proper long-term health insurance, making sure the French taxman isn't going to come running after us, looking for daycare for the little one, filling out medical reimbursement forms, that sort of fun stuff. life.

At the end of the day, I'm happy (even if not always fully rested during the day). And what more could you ask for?