A nice mini-break in the country for poor green-deprived Sprogblogger.  The dog had a good time, too, I think.  Actually, I think the dog would trade everything – including her loving humans – in order to live in the country year round.  

I got sunburned, falling asleep in clouds/sun.  Uncomfortable today, but it was so nice yesterday.  I honestly didn’t do much besides eat and sleep.  More sleeping than eating, but not by much.

So, um, yeah.  The Tired has hit with a vengeance.  Not just “exhausted” tired, but “I can’t physically keep my eyes open” tired.  Sleepy.  At like ten in the morning.  Weird.  

And thank you everyone who has offered up suggestions on how to deal with the, er, slow state of my digestive functions.  I’m on my way out the door for prune juice as soon as I post.  Ulp.  

Not a lot else to report.  Boobs hurt 24/7 now, instead of just at night.  The vein-i-ness is really like something out of a horror show.  Or at least an anatomy handbook.  Fingernails continue to grow like they’re somehow important to this process.  (Hard to say with the hair, though I have to assume it’s keeping pace with the fingernails.  I have long hair, so an extra millimeter a week just doesn’t show up.)  The nausea still visits me after lunch and into the late afternoon, but it hasn’t been bad.  If I weren’t watching for it, I might not notice it many days, though I’ve also had a few instances of waking up out of a dead sleep in the middle of the night convinced I was going to vomit right then.  Dashing for the toilet at 3am is not fun at all, though it makes me oddly nostalgic for my party-girl days…  The Hunger has eased, which is good.  The Thirst is still with me, but not as bad as it was a couple of weeks ago.  Oh, and my complexion has never been better.  Ditto my oily hair – I now seem to have, er, normal hair.  Cool!  Looks like I’m going to get lucky on one pregger-symptom, at least.  

I have tomorrow off, and a list of errands as long as the turkey feather I brought home with me.  I figure I might get a chicken feather’s worth done, and the rest can just wait til my next day off.  Next appointment is on Thursday, and my first midwife’s appointment is next week.  I’m rather deliriously happy about that one.  Otherwise?  It’s been a slow couple of days at the Sprogblogger household, (being unconscious for 30 out of the last 40 hours will do that to one’s perception of life!) and that’s quite a nice space to be right now.  

Prune juice and then maybe off to slee….zzzzzz…..zzzzzzzz…z.zzz.zzzzz