Did I run out of interesting stuff to talk about? I don’t know.
But I have been one moody pregnant lady all week long.
This morning was no different.
I woke up tired. How is this even possible when I go to sleep at 9:30 pm? It’s because I wake up every 90 minutes all night long to use the bathroom, to rollover, or to adjust pillows. Seriously this is getting annoying, I don’t think I have slept through the night since week 6.
I took a shower late last night, thinking my hair would air dry and it would be no problem to straighten this morning. Uh, wrong, I looked like an over sized parrot with a big fluffy mullet. I plugged in al lof my hot electrical appliances to tackle this beast and it took forever.
And I swear this weather is making me go insane. Our office is all windows so in the afternoon it really heats up- I mean like, bring your vacation clothes to work or else be prepared to work in your skivvys. So I stood in front of my closet for no less than 20 minutes, trying to find something suitable for layering to wear so I would be warm in the morning, and nice and cool by the afternoon time. I tried on a zillion things. Stuff doesn’t fit the same. I cried. Jazz hugged me. I went to work.
I had a dream last night about giant maple donuts, so I thought I would be a super employee today and bring some in for the office. Well, when you spend a half hour getting dressed, it doesn’t leave much time for super employee-ness.
Now I am at work. Without breakfast. With a hungry fetus. In some weird outfit that I know will be too hot in about three hours. I don’t mean to complain, except I mean to complain. Some days are like that, even in Australia.