I Went to Bed Alone
I went to bed alone. Something I thought I'd love. No elbow in my back. Or knee in my side. Or hand tickling my armpit. Or drool on my shoulder. One night, a few weeks ago, Thomas took the kids to bed. Abbie usually stays behind while the boys go to Lincoln's room, but this time Abbie joined them. And then it was just me. Alone. In the bed. I thought I'd love it but it was awful! I was suddenly so alone. Something I haven't felt in a very long time. Even little dude in the womb was still. And there was a deafening silence. I fell asleep so quickly, so the feeling didn't last very long. And that part was nice! When Thomas came back with empty arms it was so bizarre. I can't even remember the last time it was just me and Thomas alone in our bed. Probably the night my water broke with Lincoln! 🤣😜🤷♀️ I was relieved to see Abbie wander back to our room a few hours later. Barely two, in her own bed, across the house. I'm just glad she found her...