An Awful Night

I suppose I should preface this blog by stating that my mom and dad invited us to stay at their house during the hurricane (we always lose power and our yard typically floods). That being said, we decided to brave the storm on our own...a decision that almost led to my demise.

I figured Meg would be more comfortable sleeping in her own bed and I didn't want to have to chase after Heineken all night, but mostly I wanted to investigate whether the new gutter I bought (and installed) for my next door neighbor would rectify the flooding issue.

So yea, Meg and I rented Something Borrowed. It was cute! We then decided to use Hurricane Irene to our advantage. We went upstairs to clean out our closets. We had every intention of making our way into the second bedroom (seems weird to refer to it as the nursery), but around 9pm we lost power. Tired, we decided it was time for bed.

Ok, let me just set the scene...Meg and I tend to run our air conditioning cooler than the average family...we like to be able to cocoon ourselves at night. We also sleep with a fan all year long (it's our version of a noise maker). So, without these things, it was a miracle that we were even able to fall asleep.

It was short lived though because I woke up at quarter to midnight hot!!! (you know the kind of hot where you have to throw all of your covers on the floor!) I wish I hadn't because I woke Meg up. And let me tell you that was a mistake! She woke up miserable...apparently nausea and lack of air circulation can aggravate pregnant women to the point where you contemplate calling a priest. (Seriously, she was 5 minutes away from a spinning head)

The first thing out of her mouth was, "I knew we should have taken your parents up on their offer. It was stupid to stay here." It was as if she thought I teamed up with mother nature so as to torture her!!

I suggested we go downstairs (you know...warm air rises?) I even offered to bring the mattress down, so she wouldn't have to sleep on the couch. Of course she had to add her two cents..."I'd rather not! I'm not going to be able to sleep anyway."

I have to give her some credit though..despite her foul mood, she acknowledged that I'm about 5 inches taller and offered me the big couch. I declined and set up camp on the love seat. Never again!

Ok, back to my story...it was only 71 degrees downstairs...far from hot (quite comfortable actually) but Meg wouldn't stop flipping out. I told her that she needed to calm down. I even asked her if she wanted me to fan her with paper or blow on her, lol, I was dead serious!

Instead I put a cool rag on her neck. At this point, I'm telling myself that her attitude is because she's pregnant  (I was trying not to get mad at her) It got so bad that I started saying, "yep, that's going on the blog" That only pissed her off more. (If only I could remember half of it!!!)

Then Meg started to get sick...really sick. I offered her a banana (they seem to settle her nausea) but she couldn't stomach the idea. Instead, she ate a peanut butter bar, munched on a few cheerios and tried a little bit of applesauce (not at the same time, of course). She even sipped some organic soda, but nothing was working.

Can you picture this? We were hot. It was dark (and silent). The dog was barking at the shadows from the flashlight and Meg was hugging the porcelain express. Ugh, it was awful!

I don't know how, but we managed to get a few hours of sleep before waking up to tend to the animals. Meg is OK. She's mellow (kind of "blah") but I guess that's to be expected. She doesn't have much of an appetite, but managed to hold down a plain bagel (dry).

As for me, well, it's only a matter of time before I succumb to the exhaustion.