People have promised me all along that one day a switch would flip and I’d miraculously feel better.
That didn’t happen for me. You know I’ve had a bit of a rough go at this (everybody knows – I admit I’ve been a bit whiney). But little by little, over the past two weeks, I have started to feel better and better. Don’t get me wrong, there have been some rough moments (like my date last Friday with Mr. Right where I got sick at the restaurant and couldn’t eat any of my food and had to go home and go to bed – talk about a romantic evenening killer), but overall, I feel like a new person.
My head is clear. I’m getting hungrier. I’m staying up later (hello 9:30 – I haven’t seen you in awhile). I’m skipping doses of my nausea meds. I went to ESL. I cooked dinner last night for the first time this pregnancy. I ate chocolate pie for dessert. And I didn’t regret it afterward.
I will not be running any marathons. I will still firecely guard my schedule. I will refrain from committing to anything big. But I can’t wait to go on a walk with my husband. To sit at my sewing machine. To organize my closet (oh my word, if you could see my closet you would not be my friend). To begin my day without fretting about how I will possibly make it through.
I’m back, my friends.