Sleep…precious sleep!

Who knew that growing a baby would be so exhausting? I seriously think that if I let myself, my body would gladly sleep 23 hours of each day! Even with all of the excitement of Frankie visiting this weekend, my body demanded naps in the car both Saturday and Sunday while Cory and Frankie went sight-seeing. Anybody else able to brag that they have slept in a cemetery?

For those who know me well, you must know how much I enjoy my food. But I’m really trying to be good and eat more veggies. This is not the easiest thing to do when you work in a hospital. My theory is that hospitals only serve fatty, greasy foods (soaked in butter) with the hope that it will cause you health problems that they can fix with expensive procedures! Eating in general has been somewhat difficult. I never thought I would have to make myself eat, but that seems to be happening a lot in the evenings. Breakfast is fine, lunch is okay (if I eat early enough), but come 2:00 in the afternoon, my queasiness strikes. Generally the nausea is just an inconvenience, but getting a good dinner in my belly for Lo has proven less than easy.

Even with all of my complaining, I wouldn’t trade this for the world!