After feeling as though I was going to throw up the baby and every other part of my insides on Monday...things have been strangely calm.
My twenty minute cat naps after dinner are starting to fuck with me. As now I am the only one awake even though I am exhausted, and tomorrow will be my busiest day at work. Oh well. I came up with a game plan for punky b's 3rd birthday extravaganza, started a little project for the playroom I have been putting off, and have a few other things in mind now. PRODUCTIVITY. Sweet.
I keep saying I am returning to the gym, and then I vomit some more, but I think this weekend might really be the ticket. I might sleep for 3 hours after, but I am determined to start werkin' on my fitness again. I haven't been since the week I figured out I was all knocked up, and I really want to keep moving. Plus if our Halloween plans stick, I need to be able to wear some hotpants, prego belly and all, so my legs need to be banging. Here's hoping.
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