Willful Little Monday

So I've gotten my first dose of wanting Monday to do something, and Monday not participating. He isn't even born yet and already establishing his own time-frames and actions. (I'd throw in "decisions" for hyperbole, but I don't think that Monday is focusing on decision-making these days as he still needs to focus on building things like "vernix caseosa".

So here's the back story.

Last Thursday, I went into the cafeteria at the office and the only thing that look even slightly appetizing was a tuna melt - so I had one. The trouble began on Friday when I decided that, again, the only thing that I wanted to eat was a tuna melt. At some point in the middle of the afternoon, I freaked myself out by the notion of ingesting too much mercury. I got home a little scared that night and told Tim that all I really wanted to do was make sure that Monday was okay... and to do that, I really needed to feel him.

He didn't move much. A little, but not a lot... not that he had EVER moved a lot. But I decided I wanted him to, and he just wasn't.

It's taken about 3 days to realize that Monday is actually resting most of the day, and only comes out to play every so often. So now, with the understanding of his schedule, I am getting a little better at learning when he is ready to make himself known. Thankfully, it's around dinner time, and right before bed, so he does give us some good time to visit with him... it's just on his terms.

Boy (pun intended), do I need to reframe my thinking...