Hello world. This week has been a long one, for sure. I think I’ve been coming down with something since Monday or so- and as I write this I’m sitting on my couch with my head spinning wondering what is piling up on my desk at work. I came home from work last night and laid down, slept until 7pm, got up, ate, and went back to bed when it was still light out. I had a restless night, up and down and up and down, and when I did sleep I slept too hard. Does that make sense? When I woke up (on my side, because the pregnancy gods-that-be tell me I can’t sleep on my back) my shoulders and hips felt like someone had been stacking library books on me all night and crushing into myself- which then began the laborious process of turning over, which makes me feel a bit like a drunk turtle.
Anyway- the REAL disturbing thing last night were the dreams. I don’t remember EVERYTHING but I do remember having to go to MA for a week without John- he seemed to be there with me in the beginning, but then I drove him to the airport and dropped him off to come back here. He was supposed to come back a week later, which is why I was so frustrated. I didn’t see why he couldn’t just stay with me on our week off…but on the way home from the airport I met my friend Shanna (hi Shanna!) who told me that she went back to work for the Railroad (John’s nickname for my previous employers) because they offered her 10k more a year. It was a really weird conversation, complete with a stop at a middle of the highway McDonald’s to use a Jetson-inspired bathroom. ANYWAY, next thing I know, I’m going back to the airport and arguing with some annoying woman about my last name (because my license stills says my maiden name) and trying to prove to her that I’m able to use the credit card in my married name. I kept going through my wallet looking for something to prove it to her and finding coupons for free golf games and parking. ANNOYING.
So now I’m looking at a day where I desperately want to clean my apartment but can’t stand up for more than 5 minutes without getting dizzy. I remember this morning John leaving and saying, “I’m going now. Sleep more, ok?” and amazingly enough- those magic words allow my subconscious to completely relax and get some rest. Now that I’m up, though, I wondering how functional I’ll be today. I’ll guess we’ll see people…I guess we’ll see…..
