Woke up 2 hours after going to bed. Had to pee and am feeling overheated and generally urky. Why do I think this statement could be said every night for the next several weeks?
I'm not complaining really… but it's hard not to be a little concerned about feeling crappy. I have this conversation with myself about whether what I'm feeling is an expected pregnancy symptom or if it's a diabetes thing, or if it's *something else* which is invariably bad. I assume stuff is pregnancy related and then I just kinda let it happen – this too shall pass.
le sigh. So I've got my cold beverage. I'm gonna go get some fresh (41 degree) air and then go lay back down, now that I've convinced Paul to come to bed. (He says he's cool and happy, but he keeps not coming to bed until the middle of the night, and then not really sleeping. I'm thinking this is an indicator of his true mental state. hrm.)