That’s how long I’ve gone without tossing my cookies and I almost shouldn’t count Monday night…I was beyond exhausted from getting up at 4:30am edt to catch a 6am flight that left late, got redirected to Austin because of the weather and didn’t arrive in Dallas until 2.5 hours after it’s scheduled arrival time, THEN going to work for the rest of the workday, eating fast food so I didn’t have to take a full lunch, etc…I think my body had just had all it could take that that was how it chose to express it’s displeasure. But, four days all without zofran (it’s a wonder drug, but boy did it do a number on my lower digestive system. There isn’t enough fiber in the world to overcome that stuff.)!
Plus, yesterday after the lack of air conditioning in my office (by 11:30 it was 85 degrees at my desk) drove me home, I had the energy to clean the kitchen. From top to bottom…putting away dishes, cleaning off the counters, scrubbing out the recycling bin, finding out what smelled so bad (a bag of potatoes in the pantry that were waaaay past their prime. How is it that I’m the ONLY one who could smell that?), everything! I haven’t had the energy to do that in months! AND I didn’t have to take a nap afterwards. I did the little bit of work that I’d brought home, I had some dinner, then I went to my 2 hour Japanese class, came home at 9:30 and visited with S for awhile before going to bed. It could be a fluke, but I think we may be nearing the end of a very long, dark tunnel.
Apparently, I started to really look pregnant overnight. Since yesterday, I’ve gotten several comments. Wednesday, when I went to the grocery store, one of the store employees came over to help unload my basket because I was having a hard time reaching things in the bottom (never easy for me…I’m kind of on the short side and have to stand on my toes and practically hang upside down to reach those far corners). I’m assuming it’s because of the pregnant tummy because if I still just looked like I’d indulged in a few too many milkshakes, I wouldn’t have gotten the help. The first words out of my Japanese teacher’s mouth last night were, “Look at the tummy!” I still think I just look, well, chubby but S keeps telling me that isn’t so (could just be a display of his intelligence but I’ll take it all the same) and I’m going to choose to believe him.
