Week 22 – the reunion -Oreo-baby can hear me - post

We have made it to week 22 :-)

Let’s feast ! … On Oreos.  I did not like them before, but out of a sudden I do understand that there are some who create almost religion-like rituals about devouring them. And the worst, I somehow still don’t like them, but I want to eat them. Well, maybe I should go and eat the ash of cigarettes, like some others have the urge to do…. And there are no calories in that either. :-) Nah, I’ll just be good and eat one Oreo, and another, and one more. Suddenly there are none. I have never understood that before, until now. I hate them, but gimme more! (They are not even real cookies, are they?)

Baby hears you (so watch what you say!)

I snatched that line out of an email I got last night. And the suggestion behind this is, that it is good when I sing to her. So far baby has learned all the lyrics from Frozen, ‘Let it go' most of the time, because I had to sing it for days in the kitchen and elsewhere. It is sticky. Our baby is due in October, so ‘Do you want to build a snowman’ is almost appropriate, too. Let’s see. She knows some classical music, but I also spoiled her with Ellie Golding and some other pop. Of course, I played Alice Cooper and AC/DC …. Ha, gotcha. :-) I know that babies react to music once they can hear, and you can guess what I am waiting for now. I want her to dance, of course, and later, after birth, it is said that songs babies heard in utero have a more soothing effect on them than others. So, I’ll try more of the traditional children’s songs and soft and calming music. ... And definitely not Hardrock!

Reunion ... and an early bedtime

To have hubby back is awesome. When he came back, we celebrated our reunion. But I also knew that he was dead tired from a week where he had worked a lot and surely had not slept much. And I could see that. Hey, I was not selfish, hubby couldn’t sleep at first and he needed a few hours to adjust a little. There’s nothing wrong in doing the adjustment in bed, is it? As I have mentioned in my last post, he was definitely not out to punish me. Maybe he’d have fallen asleep half way through a possible lecture? I will never find out, but I am glad that we had it his way, because of his trust in me.

 Anyway. Our Monday evening idea was to go to a restaurant. After all, this will not happen too often when baby is there. Yes, the plan was a really good one and I couldn't wait for the evening to come. But first we had a very pleasant morning and after lunch more pleasant moments, though in the evening our plan evaporated. Hubby had fallen asleep on the sofa and I think it was best that way. As much as I would have loved to be out with hubby, he obviously needed a good night’s sleep. I could barely wake him up and tried successfully to bring him to bed. Usually it would be more like the other way round, but not this time. I loved to undress him and tug him in and Tuesday morning he got a late breakfast served in bed with all service possible. :-)

We had thought about trying the restaurant yesterday instead, but hubby still looked too tired, more so than Monday morning, after a long journey. Still, I think we used the time we had well, for talking and reconnecting. 

Now about the more unusual part: In the evening I asked(begged) hubby if I could decide his bedtime only once, because I cannot sleep early at the moment, since I am still a part-time insomniac, whereas he, on the other hand, looked as if he needed additional sleep and did not want to, because I had made it pretty obvious that I was so happy to have him back. 

Hubby agreed  and so I could send him to bed a little later than nine pm. I admittedly loved that. Usually I'd be the one whose bedtime is set by hubby. And sending him to bed early was nice because often enough I know that he does so much for me and I do not always have the means to do the same for him. OmG, this sounds weird now. What I mean is, I do all for hubby. But sometimes this is not enough and doing this little bit extra, a little more, is what I want to do.