The secret to hibernation is actually doing the hibernating part. That’s apparently very difficult for me; my Type A personality is constantly planning and then acting on those plans – there’s not a minute to be wasted. Not to say that there’s not value in “wasted” minutes, that time spent lounging on the sofa listening to music or zoning out to a marathon session of Girls. Sometimes you need an escape, and some sedentary-ness as well. But for me, it’s a struggle. I can’t just sit and do nothing. I can barely get through one episode of a series a week… or even a month sometimes.
Which leads me to my confession. Thus far, I’ve failed on my goal for the month of February: hibernation. This second month of the year is a natural time to slow down. My birthday falls in the middle, so it’s always been a month I look forward to. But there aren’t many people who really revel in the glory of February. It just doesn’t have the allure of, say, May, with it’s promise of the beautiful summer months to come, or October, when the air gets crisp and leaves crunch along the sidewalks.
Needless to say, February seemed like a good month for hibernating this year – especially with our first little one due March 2 (!). Well, I’m a week out from that much-anticipated day, and I cannot say I’ve done much hibernating so far. I’m not sure how it happens, but there’s just so much to get done. And now, I have an impending deadline – a deadline like none other I’ve ever had. In a week, or perhaps tomorrow, or two weeks from now, I’ll give birth to this new person and from that moment onward, I will always be a mother. It’s wild and exciting and scary and so many other feelings at once. And I don’t think life will ever be quite the same again.
I’m ready for the change – we’re ready for it. But there are still a few things I’d like to do before that day comes. If I get them done, great. If not, it won’t really matter – especially not for this new little babe. As my yoga teacher said the other day, if you’ve got breasts, you’re ready.
But that still leaves me with the hibernating part. I honestly don’t think hibernation is in my nature – but I’m going to give it a final go in these last few days of February. If nothing else, I’m hoping to crawl into bed a little earlier than usual. Or try to plan a little less to do each night. Either way, soon enough I’ll have a whole new world of to-do’s involving milk, poop and a series of short naps each night rather than one long sleep. Let the adventure begin!