Downtime
My husband and I are huge fans of downtime. Before we had children, I was a school teacher and he was some sort of chemical engineer. We poured ourselves into our jobs during the week, and on the weekends we seriously committed ourselves to downtime. After sleeping rather late, I used to lie in bed all day on a Saturday and read. Occasionally I'd take a break for snacks, or to chat with my husband, or if the plot of my novel grew particularly taxing, I'd pause to take a bubble bath. Relaxing wasn't the only thing we found lots of time for, and consequently, I found out I was pregnant after we had been married only a few months. My first pregnancy was rather complicated with preterm labor scares starting at around 20 weeks. I spent four months of that pregnancy on strict bed rest. There I seriously perfected the art of downtime. I read countless books, learned to cross stitch, watched marathon episodes of my t...