Well, yesterday was weird (thanks to Christopher’s obsession with MadTv, the word “weird” in my head always sounds like Anna Nicole Smith–a’la, “Is this weird where you’re at?”). I woke up feeling like I was going to puke, and felt that way all day long. I never did actually puke–thank goodness, I hate throwing up–but the feeling of nausea lasted until I fell asleep at night. I basically stayed in bed, napping on and off–all day. Even sitting up was too much effort. Today I feel crampy, and achy all over, but luckily not nauseous. I haven’t been sick in a long time and forgot how much it SUCKS. You think, this won’t be so bad–I’ll just lay around, watch movies, read books–but then of course, you’re too sick to enjoy it!
I even Googled “morning sickness”, but it’s too early in my cycle for that. Speaking of baby-making, I am especially irritated at yesterday’s illness because I had to cancel my very first appointment at a naturopathic clinic my doctor had recommended to me–I was looking forward to it! I suppose I should be grateful that I don’t feel like heaving my guts again today. Also I have worked lined up for all next week–score! The Boy just texted me–evidently there’s some Andy Warhol exhibit in Tacoma that we need to check out. Awwwwriiiite.