I'm totally laughing at this story in retrospect
even though at the time I was pretty ticked off.
Yesterday afternoon, Bret and I had a very enjoyable time at a friend's house chatting away for over an hour and then going home with a bunch of free baby stuff she had wanted to get rid of.
(A bumbo, a swing, a playmat, maternity clothes, booyah! Thanks, Pam!!)
When we got home, I went to work making dinner.
Delicious chili recipe given to me by my SIL Cassandra.
(P.S. it has vegetables in it and TONS of protein!)
So I was up and down, moving around a lot.
I think it made baby Abraxas Fitzwilliam go to sleep.
And then after the super yummy but super heavy dinner of chili and cornbread,
(I'm having that leftover yum for lunch. Can't wait.)
I think the babe was content to while away the hours in his cozy home
and really freak out his Mama.
I'm paranoid, I get it. I have good reason to be so I'll make no excuses.
He moved a little, just not very much and not as energetically as he has before.
So I waited and waited and waited.
I couldn't sleep. Caught a sporadic hour here and there.
Finally, sometime after two a.m. he finally started dancing the conga.
I could find peace at last!
Until five a.m. when Bret nudged me out of sleep and said:
"Your nose is whistling really loud. Go pick your boogers or something!"
Well, at the time I thought, 'You BUTT! I've gotten horrible sleep and you woke me up because my nose was whistling??'
Didn't sleep much after that. Abraxas Fitzwilliam was kicking again and I was worried my breathing would be too loud.
Later that morning when we were still sleepy but it was almost time to get up, my sweet husband snuggled up to me to ask if I was mad at him. Snuggling, of course, makes all my angry melt away and I was able to admit that yes, I was mad, but not anymore and I could genuinely laugh about it.
Come to find out, my nose really was whistling loud. So loud that it woke Bret up and he thought it was the smoke detector running out of batteries.
I'd wake him up if he was snoring. So I guess he's justified to wake me up if my boogers are making fire warnings.