My stomach was not kind to me today. No matter what I ate or drank or how much or how little, I have felt off in my tummy. I am not a fan of days like these. It’s 9:06 and I’m in bed and ready to sleep to put an end to this blah feeling.
I have hope that I will feel better – at least for a little while – in the morning because I usually do.
Tomorrow is pregnancy yoga. I’ve missed the last two weeks because I haven’t felt up to dragging myself there. I really hope I can pull it off tomorrow.
My husband has now been hit with the cold that I had. Poor guy. He is miserable.
We are a sad lot. Our poor toddler who feels totally fine has to put up with his old and crotchety and sick and no-fun parents.
I have this goal to write every day about how I’m feeling. But if I feel awful for days in a row, it’s surely not going to be fun to read. I know I get tired of writing the same thing every day.
Here’s hoping I get to have the mythical second trimester bounce back.