panic

Ben and I usually take Sunday naps every Sunday. Since our church schedule didn't change for the new year & we still meet at 9, we have been continuing our napping tradition in 2009. We get home from church at about 12:30, eat lunch, and then lay down. Usually, I'm able to fall asleep quickly and sleep for at least one hour. Ben sleeps until I get too bored and wake him up.

Today I actually fell asleep on the couch after eating soup while Ben ate and watched TV. This is totally typical. When he woke me up to tell me to come take a nap with him in bed, I seriously felt like I had been asleep for at least one hour already. He said it'd only actually been about 15 minutes. We both got in our bed, snuggled, and--poof--he's asleep. It always takes me longer, but today I laid there for 20 minutes without falling asleep.

My mind was racing. I couldn't get comfortable (what's new, though, really), and the dog--who was also on the bed--was snoring and hiccuping at the same time. I got to thinking about a bunch of stuff, namely a certain baby who is going to be at our house in about 4 months and for whom we've only got a box of diapers, one onesie, a changing table, a teething ring, one blanket, one bib, and a teddy bear. And then I couldn't stop thinking about our lack of preparation for said baby. And I started to seriously have a full on panic attack. I could hear the blood pumping through my body. I got sweaty and clammy. I started coughing because I wasn't breathing right. And then I decided a nap just wasn't going to happen today.

So instead of taking my nap today, I'm going through the Baby's-R-Us registry checklist to find the best, most affordable baby products online. Since I'm a pretty simple person, I'd like to keep our baby purchases simple and not go overboard. I suppose I just got a huge whiff of what I've heard as being called the "nesting" hormone.