It has officially happened... I've gotten to the uncomfortable and sleepless stage... which will likely continue for at least a month regardless of where Trouble is. Luckily, since Wednesday, the nausea has been somewhat curbed. This might be because I've been roaming the house at 2am, doing things like staring into the refrigerator. Not that I want to, but I tend to be hungry and a little nauseous then. This means that morning nausea is curbed enough to allow me to normally function. It comes in the afternoon instead, but that's not too bad. I am awake and can eat something to make it go away or take a little Zofran and hope it subsides.
Now to my latest problem, which can simply be described as pregnant insomnia. I'm pretty close to a two-hour sleep cycle, meaning that's how often I need to get up to pee. Someone told me my bladder is now the size of a tea cup. I'm thinking they meant a tea cup in a dollhouse. I swear life would be easier with gigantic pregnant-lady size Depends, but once I think about it a little longer, I just think it's best I keep getting up to pee. Last night the dog decided she was on the same pee cycle, so I got to go outside at 2:30. It was beautiful and quiet and the moon was out, which left a soft glow on the back yard so I could see where I was walking. I can't just let the dog out because she could (literally) be eaten by a coyote. They were out too, so it was an early morning of activity in the canyon.
I ended up lying on the couch after that. I only had to get up a few more times so I don't think I was awake as long as I thought when I eventually woke up at 7 to see the dog sitting in front of me, waiting to go out again. Now I'm definitely ready to go back to bed and try to postpone officially getting up and doing anything.
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