You know how when you're on vacation, your world kinda changes its plane of existence? You are free from your normal day-to-day cares, worries, responsibilities, and duties, and you're free to relax and have fun.
But then you return from vacation and discover that the rest of the world didn't come to a halt while you were away?
Yeah, then the catch-up begins. And that's what I've been doing since we got back on Monday: I have loads of work to get done (and that seems exaggerated since we have spring break next week and I'm trying to get everything done before we dismiss for break), I have household things to do (still working on that vacay laundry), and I don't feel good.
While on the cruise, I felt just fine. No seasickness, no morning sickness, no sickness at all. But Monday morning when we were sitting in port in Miami? Barfed up my breakfast. Weird, right? It's like LBB knew we were back from vacation and he or she wanted to rebel against such madness. And since returning home, I have just felt like crap.
This morning I had another commuter-barfisode, except this time I didn't have the luxury of scoping out a place to stop; I just had to quickly pull over and yak on the grass by the side of the road. Then I got to school and barfed again in the bathroom by my office. And I have to admit that as I sit here and type this now (back in my office after my classes), I'm trying to supress the yak-urge.
C'mon pregnancy! I'm 16, going on 17, weeks (which doesn't that get the song "I am 16 going on 17" from "The Sound of Music" in your head?). I thought this shit was supposed to be over by now!
Oh well, what can I do? Maybe since LBB seems to be giving me trouble now it means that he or she will be a breeze once he or she arrives. Newborns sleep through the night, right?
Okay, enough complaining. I've got papers to read, laundry to do, and hopefully a run to get in this evening (I was good and ran twice while on our cruise!); not to mention the bazillion blogs I have to catch up with, so I'll check ya homies later!