20 December 2002

It's Friday! Yay!

No one's going to expect much work from us for the next week or so! Yay!

Because Christmas is next week! Yay!

I'm a little zoned out today. Not much to say, really.

I'm making my plans for the next few days. Saturday I need to take down the card exchange page and send out cards to the people who signed up.

Sunday I need to take the turkey out of the freezer, so it will be thawed by the time I'm ready to roast it on Tuesday. And since taking the turkey out of the freezer will free up quite a bit of room, I'll go ahead and make my peppermint pie, which needs to stay frozen until it's time to serve.

I've got a Hall session Sunday evening, which I'm quite looking forward to - we haven't had any Hall side-sessions for quite a while.

Monday it's back to work. Boo!

And then Tuesday, Christmas Eve, I'll be roasting the turkey. Mmm....

And then! Then, it's Christmas! Yay!

Yup. Just about tired of this being tired all the time. And I've got another six weeks or so to go. Well, some days are better than others. Last night, though... The Particle didn't make me sleepy in the morning - or at least, I was actually busy with some stuff and was able to ignore it. But I paid for it in the evening. I was ready to go to bed at 7:30. I waited until Matt went to his basketball game at 8, then went to bed and read until he got home. But I was still asleep well before 10.

It would be less irritating if I could sleep in on the weekends, but it seems I can't - for the last few weekends now, I've been waking up at 7:30 and 8, even when I went to bed very late the night before.

Oh, well. It could be worse. I keep telling myself that. I'm almost halfway through the first trimester, and I haven't really had much morning sickness - just occasional queasiness that usually goes away pretty quickly if I slow down and have a saltine or two.

Maybe that's an advantage of being overweight - my extra mass is absorbing some of that pregnancy-released hormone that usually plays havok with womens' bodies. (Or maybe it's good genes. My mom once told me that she never really got sick with my brother and I.)

Whatever, I'm actually pretty lucky. The burping gets a little tiresome occasionally, but it's way better than nausea. And the constant exhaustion is annoying, but I'm trying to keep in mind that even if it's on automatic pilot, my body is working pretty hard right now. You build a complete set of major organs from scratch and see how you feel afterward.

I'm just lucky that I don't have very much work to do at work at the moment. I think I'll officially tell my manager after the holidays, if only so they can be a little more understanding of the narcolepsy thing.

And I'll look forward to February, when my second trimester will begin and, hopefully, I'll wake up a little.

--Liz