Today is Sunday, the day after my birthday party. I was up until 2AM – turns out that’s not such a good idea for Mama. I hardly slept because Stewart was angrily sleepwalking (despite my urges for him to lay down and go back to sleep, he got up and muttered his way into the bathroom, from which I heard a startling crash before he did in fact come back to bed – never found out what the crash was) and somehow the kitten got into the bedroom and nibbled at my feet every time I got to the edge of blissful sleep. I finally kicked the kitten out and dozed for a few hours, but it wasn’t enough.
We rose at 9:30 AM for some leftover Mexican food for breakfast. When the beans hit my stomach my body protested vehemently and told me it was time to go back to bed. I hung out there in my oasis of blue and white fluff until 3PM today. Ordinarily this might be considered slothful and unproductive. But I’M PREGNANT and I can rest if I need to. I haven’t lolled around this much in years. It’s a beautiful thing.
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