Every time I move there are always little things that I have to adjust my life around. In this new city it is the plethora of bugs that invade the house every time it rains. Lots of ants, bugs, and creepy crawly things. Since the house has been sprayed several times there isn't a huge problem, but in my mind I sometimes envision being eaten by red ants. The other night I kept my husband up because I would wake up out of a nightmare that ants were biting me in my sleep. Then I would wake up because I thought the baby might not be breathing all by himself in his new little nursery. I told myself that I am going to have to calm down, relax, and adjust to the new adventure.
I am not the only one who needs to calm down. I think the husband is a bit stressed out as well. Last night he woke me up because he was sleep talking and wanted to tell me I was pretty. I woke up really gripey when he pushed me and started to pet my arm. You could see he was a sleep deprived, sweet husband. Really, you would think it was the baby that was keeping this household up, but he seems to be the only one sleeping through the night.
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