Well, the lovely combo of insomnia and nausea. Wake up a little after 2 to pee. I'm 7 months pregnant, so that's no big surprise. Got a migraine, well that's no surprise either. (I think my neuro should just read my blog and automatically schedule appointments for me since I'm phone phobic.)
Check my email and surf until around 3. Ugh, nausea is kicking my ass. Heat up my rice sock and lay back down, trying to sleep. Um, no, that's not going to work. What's worse, the nausea or the knowledge that it's not going to get better until I throw up? Gods, I hate throwing up. Go and sit in the kids' bathroom, wait to throw up. Bleh. Shouldn't have drank the orange juice. But feel a bit better now.
So heat the rice sock up again, and go lay back down. Listen to 2 Hypnobabies tracks, usually my sure-fire cure for insomnia. Nope, still awake. Damn. Now it's 4:30. Toss and turn some more. Screw it, it's 5 am, I give up. I'm up. Go downstairs and start some laundry. I'd give my left arm for a Coke right now, tea's just not cutting it.
I know in another hour or so I'm going to fall back asleep, just in time for the kids to wake up. They always wake up early when I do, I'm assuming that connection will fade with age. Going to be a long day.
1 comment:
I could have just about written your post earlier this week. ugh. Except that I'm only 10 weeks pregnant, not seven months pregnant.
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