I Hate-Love Coming Home

My first two days back from vacation...  So very frustrating. 

This is probably why I never ever go on vacations -- because I hate coming back. 

I have such a hard time, not just getting back into the groove of things, but I have a hard time doing anything.  I miss things that happen at work, I'm behind on school, my outgoing work email doesn't work from anywhere but home so I have all these emails in my head to send, then I have dreams that I'm never going to complete all the tasks that are piling up.

But then there is my bed.

Despite those horrid dreams, all I want to do is sleep in my unusually comfortable bed. 

Are beds on vacation uncomfortable just because they aren't yours??  When I was gone, I was asking my sister if she had trouble sleeping, if every position was worse than the one before, & if her back always hurt.  None of that happened when I got back home!  Yay for me now, but according to my sis, it will start soon regardless of whose bed I'm in.

There were some other wonderful things...

I got to hear my baby's heartbeat again.  It's exhilerating how fast it beats.  They always (4 times so far now) prepare me by informing me that the baby may be hiding & we might got get to hear it this time, but she's never hiding.  She's always right there letting me know that she's okay. 

Another high point...  I got to see my boyfriend after several days of being apart.  I don't care what any of you say (especially him), days away from him are more difficult now than before I was pregnant. 

It's like I'm missing him for two. 

He finally read this email I sent him days ago, a post from Dear Baby, when the father writes after hearing his daughter kick for the first time.  And then instead of saying "Awww..." or telling me how sweet that was, or doing nothing, he got down on his knees & started talking to our baby.  He took turns talking & laying his head on my belly. 

And then we got to cuddle the night away.