I was not so lucky. I was awake with too much going on in my brain. The year leading up to my pregnancy I did some major work. I was angry all the time and I didn't know why. A friend led me to an excellent counsellor and I was caught off guard when she helped me find the source. A priest once told me that people become angry so they don't have to be sad; being sad is much harder because then you have to face what is making you sad. What popped up as the source of all my anger shocked me. It was something from my childhood that I tried to ignore. I had hid the damage for so many years but it was time. Release the hounds! I guess I was brought to this little town, not working with lots of time on my hands, because I would not have had the energy to deal with this otherwise. It was hard, exhausting, overwhelming .... you name it ... but holy shit was life better after.
As I lay in bed this morning I realized that in my attempt to protect SO from what I experienced I have been thinking about it all again too much. The anger is returning and it is scaring me. I won't go back there. Luckily, I'm assuming, it won't take as long to get on top of this because I'm starting from such a different place than 2 years ago.
This is the one, and hopefully only, 5:00am I will be thankful for!
(I also spent a lot of time smelling my hair as I tossed and turned last night - that bugged me. This constant reminder of what I did to it and what I'd look like in the mirror! Good lord, I'm a clown.)