I was awake, and I mean wide awake, at three am this morning. This type of behaviour has been occurring far too frequently these days. To make matters worse, not only was I awake, I was also obsessively dwelling on injections, our childless state and how I will inevitably have to wake up in three short hours. I tossed. I turned. It was six am. I was still awake.
I gave myself a break. I asked my Husband to re-set the alarm for seven thirty and I managed to get in a solid one and a half hours. Instead of sitting in my cubicle downtown, I am sitting in my kitchen, working remotely. Now for those of you who know me well... working from home is not a rare occurance for me. One of the benefits that I treasure about my job is my ability to telecommute. I am not breaking any rules but I had planned on going in today. Usually I follow through on that plan. Today I am giving myself a break.
Now if I could only figure out a way to cease the mid-night spontaneous panic attacks..
At least the Lollia print is making me happy this morning..