Another Life

25

I rolled over and groaned when my eyes opened, finding the room still filled with darkness. A quick check of my phone confirmed my sneaking feeling, it was still the middle of the night. 1:30 in the morning to be exact. I groan again and try to go back to sleep, but when the overwhelming need to pee starts getting too much I begin sitting up and getting out of bed.

The light in the hall was still on from my last trip down to the bathroom less than an hour ago so I was able to navigate my way through the bedroom without tripping up anything but I'm stopped just as I reach the door by Jay stirring awake, calling my name.

He looks to me with his eyes half-open, his voice dry and sleepy. "What are you doing?" He questions.

I sigh, standing up had only made the feeling worse and I wasn't up for chit chat. "Your son is currently wreaking havoc on my bladder again."

Jay mumbles something inaudible and basically crashes back into his pillow, sending himself back to sleep almost instantly. I don't wait around, leaving the room as fast as I could to get to the bathroom, one of the many times during this pregnancy I've cursed for having only one bathroom in this house and having it on the middle floor.

I make it there just in time, peeing for the dozenth time that night alone. That was another thing that happened with the baby being lightened, he was pushing more weight down there but at least I could breathe properly now, with him not putting as much pressure up there, because I needed it for all the walking up and down the stairs I was doing to go to the bathroom.

Once I finished I went to go straight back upstairs, intending on going straight back to sleep knowing I'd be awake again in forty-five minutes to do the whole thing again, but I get halted by a mild braxton-hick, because of course I do, making me lean up against the sink and breathe through it, praying this wasn't the first of a string to follow because I really wasn't in the mood for that.

Jay's long asleep by the time I get back upstairs and I crawl back into the bed and under the sheet, the colder air of the city last night rocking it's way through the house, specifically through the floors, and I try to join him in the slumber, but the wiggles and rolls from the now awake baby keeps me up, him not showing any signs of going back to sleep.

After about twenty minutes I sigh, rolling over on to my other side for the millionth time and putting my hand on top of the large bump over the sheet, quietly but pointlessly asking him to stop and go back to sleep, mumbling out the name Jay and I had half-agreed on, we were just in the process of calling him by the name to see if it fit and so far it did.

But like I had expected it didn't do anything and he continued to roll around and make small jabs because that was as much as he could do now with the space he had.

However another uncomfortable sigh leaves my lips as I feel another braxton-hick and Jay bolts up behind me.

He's out of it for a moment, looking around the room before he realizes where the noise had come from. He runs his hand over my shoulder, rubbing it up and down, asking what was wrong.

I blow it off with my hand, just thankful that the movement had stopped for a moment and that he was giving himself a break. "I'm fine, it's just a braxton-hick."

Jay nods, continuing to rub up and down my arm and after a minute it fades away, being replaced by the movement again. I sigh and Jay's worry is straight back there, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "What is it?" He asks.

I reach up and grab his hand, lowering it down to my belly and he immediately realizes why, being able to feel the rolling under his hand.

"He's going mad." Jay points out, me nodding because I'm well aware of that fact.