I woke up yesterday and jumped out of bed, and my first thought was, oh, I shouldn't have done that. And then I realized, wait, I'm not sick to my stomach. Huh. And it was like ten o'clock, which I know is really late for those in the crowd with nine to five jobs and or small children, but here in the Houghtaling house that's kind of early, we're night owls. Lately I have been able to sleep till the clock hits single digits again without really trying.
So I decided to run some errands and try to get some stuff done that I've been putting off. And I DID! I actually had enough energy for more than one task before I felt like I needed a nap. It was fan-frickin'-tastic. I got all my errands done, had blood drawn, and unpacked all my boxes except one.
Yes, you heard me correctly, I unpacked all the boxes except the one with the wine glasses in it. I'm feeling really good about this today, right until I walked in the door from work today, and saw the pile of flattened boxes sitting in the hall. My mom is coming to visit in about two weeks, so I need to get this taken care of so that I can get the bed set up, so I've kind of got a deadline here.
And today, I don't feel fantastic, but I don't feel as bad as I have the past few weeks. So I'm really hoping that this is the beginning of the end of the morning (hah! morning) sickness and lack of energy. Please God let this be the end of it. Maybe I might start enjoying this one of these days. We'll see.
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