Regression (again?!)

Yes, you are reading this correctly. The date is late August and we are into Week 37 of (approximately) 40, and I was so sick today that the only thing I managed to do was send out some overdue mail. I think I had three changes of clothes too, so now I am doing laundry as well... if that counts.

I don't understand how this could be happening again but it is, and I have no options other than to deal with it and count the days (25ish) until I won't be pregnant anymore. At least now it isn't as bad as having 25ish WEEKS left... Goodness, that would really be terrible. In addition to the lingering sickness, the edema is so bad that I really do have little sausage fingers and the sniffs have returned so the neti pot has to come out of hiding soon. All of these things, combined with the summer heat, led to today's first... A resignation of sorts: I watched a movie in the middle of the day. No multitasking, no matter that I didn't accomplish anything. I have recently decided that I can't think I will manage to do the things I want because then I will only be disappointed when I don't get them done. Instead, I'll have a list of goals and if I do any of them I should be super happy!

Back to today: I rented Hot Tub Time Machine with hopes it would make me forget how miserable I was. It's probably not a movie I would have watched if I felt like actually putting any effort into my cinematic experience. I really didn't care; I just plopped down on the sofa and hoped to feel better. It was more raunchy than I expected and there were a few instances of vomiting, which made me want to demand that the MPA issues warnings. "the following movie contains all of the following:...sensitive audiences, such as the elderly and extremely pregnant ladies, may prefer to see Babe." Man, the last thing you feel like watching when you are sick is a movie with other sick people. Except Ferris Bueller's Day Off. And since he isn't really sick, that can't count.

By the end of the movie I was feeling pretty decent-- well enough to go to the post office. It was 4:30 by the time I left the house. If this continues and I only have short bursts of productivity in the coming weeks, I think I will go crazy!