the week in review: to sleep or not to sleep
This week has been a bit rough and very, very long for me. What was supposed to be a quick social event on Monday night turned into a hostage situation. I arrived hungry (BAD IDEA) and was trapped there without food. Now, even non-pregnant me does not do well in situations where I am hungry and there is no sign that food is coming my way—when that happens, I get cranky as hell until I eat. This was different; I kind of shut down and felt really, really awful, and for a long time I didn’t have the wherewithall to say to The Other (still working on different names here) or our friends that I had to get out of there immediately. Finally, I did, and we went to a restaurant, where I gobbled down a roll the second we sat down and felt much better. I ordered a huge plate of burger & fries and ate the whole thing. We didn’t eat until about 9, and I collapsed into bed the second we got home, only to boing awake in the middle of the night and be unable to get back to sleep.
A similar thing happened on Tuesday. I had to work late for a lecture, and after the lecture my coworkers and I had to go out to eat with the lecturer. Ate late; ate a lot; didn’t sleep well.
At work on both Tuesday and Wednesday, I was a wreck—totally fatigued, with increased nausea and general sense of ick. I’m starting to understand the connections and realize how important it is that I have food (and not just any food, but satisfying food) near me as much as possible, and that I not eat a lot for dinner, especially if it’s late. The lack of sleep that results means the next day is going to be a bad one.
Luckily sleep came to me on Wednesday and Thursday, and I was pretty functional and felt good both yesterday and the day before. Last night, insomnia visited again, and it was bad, and now I am at work and wiped and expecting that today will not be such a good one. Luckily The Other is coming to get me around lunch so I can try to take a nap.
I hate complaining, because I feel so lucky to be pregnant, even with the full-body takeover it has entailed. I love being pregnant. It’s just that right now it seems to be the one thing I am capable of doing.
On the positive side, yesterday I had lunch with a registrar from another museum in town, and found out that she is pregnant, after trying for a very long time and having a couple of miscarriages. I found out because she asked for her salad without feta, and then had to send it back after finding out that there was raw egg in the dressing. I asked her if she had news, and was so delighted to hear. It was hard to bite my tongue, but I held back. It’ll be super fun to tell her in a couple of weeks though. (I also found myself suggesting that we should invite the new registrar at what was once Hopefully New Museum out to lunch to welcome her into town. So we’re doing that next week. I have to say, I am so, SO glad that that didn’t work out. The stress and fatigue it would have entailed would have done a number on me, and I would not have been good for that job right now. My current low-stress job is about at the level I can handle.)
Last night, The Other and I went over to eat dinner with our friends with the two adorable Asian munchkins. They have been in Sweden for a couple of months for his work, and just got back a couple of weeks ago, so it had been ages since we saw them. The Other played with the toddler a lot, and it was so fun to watch. Very, very hard not to spill the beans. I am very much looking forward to telling people. If all continues to go well, I’ll be 12 weeks on the 27th, and I guess we will start telling people then. Hooray!