Little Kite Girl

What a day.  To be truthful, I don’t remember it all that much.  I know my husband kissed me goodbye and went to work, I got up late (I’ve perfected the art of the 25 minute getting ready routine), got to work, ran reports and went to a meeting…somewhere around 3pm I realised I was running on a severely empty tank.  I was freezing to death (and wrapped in John’s winter jacket, which I’m in love with these days) and so tired and nauseous and went into my boss and asked to go home.  I rarely do this- unless I have a real reason, like an exam to take or an unavoidable errand to run, I usually stick it out, even if I threaten to go home a few hundred times.  But home I went, without even flinching.  When I got here I sat on the couch long enough to email John and tell him that I was home (no texting, remember) and then I got in bed.  And slept.  I was OUT.  I slept for a little over an hour (I think….) until John got home.  He had to run out again to go to some museum for class- and although I considered going with him, he assured me that neither of us would enjoy it.  So I stayed home.  He ran out to the museum, then stopped by the bookstore, then stopped by and got me some Life Cereal and my pre-natal vitamins, and then came home to me.  I’ve missed him today.  I think I’m slightly obsessed with being near my husband.  Sometimes running errands separately feels weird.  We will probably have to become more independent one of these days, but until we do, I can enjoy how nice it is to cuddle him after not seeing him for a few hours.

I’m finally all caught up at work- which always takes about this long after payroll ends.  Now I’ll have a couple of “down” days and then payroll again.  It’s kind of a cycle.

I am officially in my second trimester, and experiencing a whole host of new things.  Some too unpleasant to mention online, lest you get grossed out and I discourage some poor soul from having a child.  I’m told it’s worth it.  Among the things I CAN mention are some very random dreams….including one of me spending the night in my own uterus (and I thought there was no room in our bed!), getting mad at my husband (sometimes I’m so mad when I wake up I have to lay there and look at him and remind myself that he has done absolutely nothing for me to be mad about), and one this evening of trying to “fix” a raffle at work so I’d win something.  To usher in the “new-mester” I woke up at 3 this morning with some very familiar hunger pangs- ended up chocking down a cheese stick (I’m so over my previous obsession with Honey Combs) and trying to go back to bed.  I woke up nauseous, which was crappy…because I’ve been actually waking up just fine for a few weeks now.  In other news, if I turn too far to the right or left I get a very strange pulling sensation that hurts.  And when I sneeze I think my uterus is going to fall out, and I sneeze A LOT.   And we won’t even talk about my bathroom problems.  Not much action going on in there.  That’s for sure.  ALSO- is my leg hair growing faster and…well, for lack of a better  word (do forgive me for this) peltier?  It’s crazy.  Just crazy.

Well, anyway.  I just pray I can sleep tonight and won’t just lay away all night thinking about how John’s big toe is on my side of the bed and how I’m not, not even a little, mad at him.

Until later….

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