It seems like very few of the people on my friends list are blogging lately. Come on! Well, I guess that goes for me too, so I am trying to make an effort to change that. Of all the times in my life, now is the time I ought to be documenting what is going on with me.

I go to bed at 10pm. This is pretty much standard for me; I get up early for work, and I also love to sleep. Lately I go to bed feeling more exhausted than usual. I finish my nightly regimen (brush teeth, remove contacts, wash face, moisturize face), turn off the light, and lay in bed on my back. Gotta enjoy that while I still can. I listen for the sound of rain outside. Last night it was perfectly still. I place both hands on my belly and think. I close my eyes. Sometimes I start thinking of a story from my novel, picturing every detail. This helps me sleep, because it kind of feels like a dream.

Last night as usual, I woke up at 2am and had to pee. I walked the five steps to the toilet. Sometimes Kona gets up and walks into the bathroom to look at me, all sleepyfaced. Then she turns around and goes back to her bed. After peeing, I drink some water, and lay down again. I hope I can get back to sleep before nausea sets in. Luckily, last night I did, and didn’t wake up until six. I ate two crackers while listening to the radio in the dark.

I still felt sick as soon as I was vertical. Brian was still in bed so I decided to feed the animals. Canned pet food does not smell so good, but I got through it. Then I had a bowl of cereal with strawberries in it. It seemed to calm my tummy.

A couple hours later I was walking into work though, and feeling seasick again, as well as getting that jittery low blood sugar feeling. So I went straight to Vivace for a muffin. I also got a short latte, reasoning that I needed the milk AND the espresso. I am limiting myself to about two coffee drinks per WEEK. I’ve noticed that doing this actually makes the caffeine work like it’s supposed to.