PictureGonkin' out like a champ
This last week I was left on my own by my very pregnant lady.  To be fair, I honestly didn't think too much of it at the time - after all, how much would it have affected me?  
What I thought: not much....  
As it turned out: A lot...


Eerily, I couldn't sleep.  Now normally when I've been left for a business trip I'll set my own hours and be fine.  What I found was that I would stay awake until I'd spoken to my dear partner - and then eagerly get up at the same time that we'd normally get up... and then not go back to sleep until I'd heard from her again...
Normally, this wouldn't be an issue.  Anyone who knew me before would testify the same way (see above photo of yours truly being ultra attentive during a potential riot).  Now, though, I can't come up with an explanation for it.  Am I going through some wild sympathetic symptoms?  Does my body change its patterns based on what's around me?  
Once she got back, though, I put in some quality hours of downtime...  I slept like I hadn't slept in weeks.   And so did she.  She seemed not to get much rest while she was away either.  It seemed as though through some mystical force I was bound to this new influence in my life, whether I liked it or not.  I wish that I could contribute it to some other factor, but I can't.  I can't make sense of it: it happened.  

What seems to be the worst part of it to me, is that this new part of my world isn't just affecting my lady - it's rubbing off unconsciously on me, to a degree I never would've expected, and never would've hoped.  Yet I'm still so thankful for it.

 





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