Today was a very rough day. And I don’t mean emotionally, I just mean it was physically exhausting! I’m normally exhausted by the time Saturday rolls around anyways, and really really look forward to noon when I get out of work for my weekend. But today I had to get up at 7am to go to work, then from work go to a non-profit fundraising event that I was volunteering at, that ended at 4. And then we had a family obligation party this evening – and by that I mean “I know no one there, and my husband recognizes maybe 3 people, but it means a lot to my MIL that we’re there.” So we went. Thankfully we ended up going a little late to that, because I fell asleep curled up in my recliner and Den just let me sleep for a little bit before gently waking me to tell me we had to get going. (I really, really didn’t want to wake up.)

Food today has been very strange. Yesterday was an okay day, but yesterday evening my stomach freaked out and I threw up quite a bit. Then this morning I woke up feeling sick as hell and it was a struggle to get and keep anything down before noon. I knew I had to get food in me in order to quell the nausea, but I couldn’t get anything down, and then my body kept trying to throw it back up. It was a very slow process. I took some unisom to help with the nausea – which it did – but I hate doing that at work because then I have to struggle to keep my eyes open! But it helped, and by noon I was feeling a lot better.

I managed to eat and keep down lunch, finish up at the fundraiser, and come home and take a short nap before the dinner party. I ate two plates of food there. I was so hungry! And not nauseous! I am not used to these things happening at the same time. So I ate to my heart’s content, though I did stop short of desert, knowing that would be tempting the fates a little bit too much. (Yes, I ate dinner and skipped desert. WTF is wrong with me?!)

And now? Now my week is DONE. I am going to SLEEP and I will probably sleep a very happy 12 hours. Every week it feels like it’s a push to get through it, just get through Saturday and I’ll be okay once Sunday hits. And honestly Sundays aren’t usually too fantastic. But I get to sleep all day, and that is precisely what this preggo lady needs.