You know how the Wizard of Oz starts out in black and white and then when Dorothy opens the door in Oz, it's all brightly colored?
That's kind of what happened to me mid-week.
Suddenly, I began to remember that I actually used to like my life. Suddenly, 10 hours of sleep a night actually started to feel like enough. Suddenly, I could believe that I would have the energy to leap out of the way if a speeding bus were hurtling towards me.
Because until this week, I'd have had to just let the bus hit me. I was that tired. All the fucking time.
Suddenly, I only feel nauseated on the metro or when Nick is driving particularly hurky-jerky. Or when I really think about chicken.
But! And! Most importantly!
I have a little baby house on the front of my front!
It might not be big enough for some of you. But it's my baby and my tummy and I love it.
I could never have predicted how excited this would make me. Tej came by the office Tuesday afternoon, and saw my belly and said, "That wasn't there Saturday. You popped!"
Really, it wasn't. And suddenly on Tuesday afternoon, it was!
I love it.