You know what's disorienting? Waking up to find your husband is not in bed, when you expect him to be.
2:33 am - I wake up to a strange noise. I lay in bed for a moment trying to decipher if it's Aiden or a cat. I think cat, but I'm not sure. I'll just get up to check. Wait a tic, I'm cold. I change into warmer PJ's.
2:38 am - I get out of bed to go check on Aiden and realize Travis is not in bed with me. His side is not even messed up. When I get to Aiden's door, it's slightly ajar. Which is weird, because I shut it when I went to bed for the night. I check out Aiden - he's fast asleep, but his covers are all bunched around his face leaving his tootsies chilled. I tuck him in properly and go to turn on the heat. This is when I realize Travis is not asleep on the couch like he does occasionally. Sometimes when he works late (like he did last night - got home at 10:15), he eats dinner in front of the TV and falls asleep there. But he's not there. He's not in the guest bed either. I check the back door. The light is still on, which is weird because Travis always turns it off at bed time.
2:42 am - I walk back to the bedroom to look out my window at the driveway for his truck. On my way there, I try to recall if he told me he would be gone. Last I remember, he was getting in the shower. No word on leaving the house again until morning. Maybe he got called out on an emergency job? Unlikely, since his he's not on call and I never heard his phone ring. Nope, truck is not in the driveway. I sit down on my bed, adrenaline pumping, and pick up my phone to call Travis.
2:43 am - There's a text from Travis at 2:02 that says he's just going to stay at Ariel's til the morning. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. He had mentioned the morning before that he might go hang out with Alex (who is in town for spring break this week) either Wednesday or Thursday night. I guess he decided on Wednesday night. I respond that I had no idea he was going down for sure and it thoroughly freaked me out. His response, "I kissed you and said I am going to hang with Alex."
Ohhhh, well he did tell me I guess. No matter that I was asleep when he said it.
I laid in bed waiting for the adrenaline to leave my system.
3:15 am - SO HUNGRRRYYYY. I've been awake for so long that my body has decided it's time to eat again. Mila handles hungry about as well as Mommy. Which means she's repeatedly karate chopping the interior of my stomach. FINE. I get up and swallow a strawberry Pop Tart (no icing) whole. Mmmm... back to bed!
I don't think it took me too much longer after that to fall back to sleep.
5:45 am - Stupid alarm. Stupid work. Stupid headache. Why do I feel like I have a hangover?? It's not fair! I don't even have the excuse of drinking to balance out the dull thud that is fogging up my brain. Ugh.
6:07 am (one snooze later) - Coffee is brewing. Aiden's eating Lucky Charms at the table. Travis comes in the back door. HUNGOVER for real. He brushes his teeth, shaves and passes out in bed for a few minutes before jumping up and realizing he's going to be late for work.
I'm glad Travis got to see Alex while he is here. He hasn't had a chance to get down to Galveston all week. Alex is staying at Ariel's house near the beach with his 6 other friends. However, I'm not too thrilled about being 7 months pregnant and being the sole caretaker of Aiden. I am exhausted. Even more so after waking up in the middle of the night for almost an hour. I guess this is a glimpse of what's to come in two months.