It's Boxing Day today and I think it might be Kobi the dog's eighth birthday. I am home alone at the start of my week off. Billy's at work and the animals have been surrounding me all day. If I didn't know I was pregnant, I'd fear we had a carbon monoxide leak. I am so very tired all the time.
Every night I sleep a good 9-10 hours. Every afternoon I fall asleep. I am so happy to have this break. What will happen when I go back to work? Not only to I need to be awake, I need to be focused on details. I guess that's a part of HR or something.
I napped with both dogs and two cats for an hour and a half today, crashing out around noon and waking up with an open drool mouth. Only Violet snubbed the big bed. Orlando even slept on my belly.
My appetite is really odd. I will mostly forget to eat. I will be moderately hungry almost always but everything sounds bad. I've only vomited twice after eating very heavy meals that I should have known were a bad idea. Mostly, I have a sour stomach that feels like a low grade hangover. I am convinced that a finicky toddler and stole replaced my taste buds with her own.
My brain is on a loop of, "Oh, I'm hungry I should eat...why does my stomach feel so gross...an apple sounds good...Nevermind, keep that apple away it sounds terrible...why am I still hungry...Oh, I never ate that apple...I should have some soup...Soup is the most horrible thing on the planet; I can smell its vileness from inside the can...I feel hungry...Why does my stomach hurt?"
For a girl who likes to discuss her next meal during most meals, this is so weird.
So the good news is, we've told our families. Everyone got excited. Mom cried. Grandma cried. It was a wonderful Christmas surprise to share.
