I slept in until almost 10:00 today.

You would think that sounds indulgent and luxurious, but in fact it was completely unexpected and disruptive to my day (despite the fact that I am working at home today and therefore don’t have to keep to any schedule). I forgot to take my meds last night, which are both anti-nausea and help with sleeping, and the effect was that when I woke up at 3:30 AM to use the restroom, I wasn’t able to fall back asleep until 5:30 or 6:00. Somewhere in that waking window, I took a half dose of meds and perhaps it helped.

I spent the time from 6:00 until around 7:15 listening to my husband’s alarm go off every nine minutes. All I will say about this is that I would really like to have a word with the inventor of the snooze button.

After 7:15 I fell back asleep and finally got up for the day around 9:45. I feel like I got run over by a truck. I do not feel like eating anything except sugar. I’m tired but a nap would further offset my normal schedule. My work task list is slowly getting done, but I’m barely hanging in here in terms of my attitude and mental focus. Not the best day.

I suppose this is further confirmation that I’ll be on the anti-nausea meds throughout the rest of this pregnancy. Nausea is a minor concern at this point; I just can’t be awake all night!

In other news, I am longing for things that will make me feel good: A pedicure. (I can barely reach my own feet anymore without worrying that I am squashing the babies, who will be born looking like adorable little pancakes.) A massage. (Let’s be honest, just lying on a table on my stomach for an hour would be amazing; the massage would just be the icing on the cake.) Exercise. A glass of wine. Sleeping on my stomach or back. Eating a big normal-sized meal without getting intensely uncomfortable.

I can’t necessarily arrange for most of these things at the moment, but perhaps a pedicure or massage would be doable. At the very least, I do have a chiropractic adjustment coming up on Thursday, so that might be helpful. I tend to leave those appointments, though, feeling like I almost had a massage but not quite. Okay, fine. It appears I have talked myself into getting a massage. I’m going to do it.

Aren’t you glad you read this post? What a useful exercise for us both.