For the last 2 or 3 weeks all I can think about is how dang tired I am. I mean, can't stay awake. Asleep before my husband and daughter...needing afternoon naps...just drained. Like the first trimester returned coupled with kicks to my internal organs...including my suddenly nauseous stomach.
But tonight....man. I can not wind down. Hubs fell asleep about 3 (maybe 4) hours ago.
In those 3 hours I have:
-Eaten about 3 slices of banana cake. I'm estimating because I sort of destroyed it this afternoon packaging up most of it to take to my hubs shop. I basically strolled out into the kitchen at midnight and ate the scraps off the cake plate with my hands. It was like carnage. A wild woman, with fresh kill.....
Did I mention I can really eat lately?? I mean really eat. My husband gave me the last 2 pot stickers tonight (we usually split them) saying something about how I probably want them more than he does... But there was fear and horror in his eyes.
- Oiled my belly (no new stretch marks so far! yay!)
-Watched the alien in my tummy create warped waves in my abdomen. Think he might be turning...hopefully head down..... That or practicing for future sky diving acrobatics.....
- Played a couple rounds of Bingo Bash on my Ipad. You can only play a couple rounds before you run out of chips....and I refuse to pay real money to play a bingo app.... Yes, I am an old lady who enjoys a good game of bingo.... judge away.
- Read a few blogs. Had a few laughs.
- Watched a couple sappy Valentine's movies on Netflix. I have no idea why I'm "girling out" lately. All I have wanted to watch is salacious television and sappy chick flicks. It's really not like me at all.
-Ate some cheese.
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