And it went.
It wasn’t as bad as I was expecting it to be. I was expecting to be unable to get out of bed. I was expecting to be crying all day, thinking of nothing but the baby that should have been in my arms.
Instead I kept busy. We woke up at 6:30 am to go to a flea market in Baltimore. It was an all day event and we stayed there until after 3:00 pm. We made almost $160 for selling the crap out of our basement. I also sold a few of the items I made and gave out a lot of business cards so hopefully I’ll sell a few more soon.
Afterwards we went out with the friends who did the flea market with us and got crabs with our days earnings, followed by ice cream. Yummy.
To top off the day we went to the movies to see 9. Really good movie. I’m not a huge science fiction fan but I enjoyed this movie.
By the time we got home I was exhausted. I had only gotten about 3 hours of sleep the night before and since I’d been up since 6:30 and gotten quite sunburned on my chest and right arm, I could barely keep my eyes open. I had no problems getting to sleep.
So, I’ve learned that a busy mind is less likely to wander. Not that I didn’t think about it at all. I definitely did. I just felt more peaceful about it than I had been feeling in the last few weeks.
I still feel more at peace now. I feel as though a weight has been lifted. I’m not dreading my impending due date anymore. It’s over. It’s done. It came and I survived.