What Did You Say? I Nodded Off a Little

I am not exciting.  My days consist of moaning and groaning as I roll myself out of bed in the morning, getting Bugs ready for school, going to work and then coming home and napping.

Like 2-3 hour naps every night. 

And then still going to bed by midnight and doing it all over again the next day.  My poor son is (still) surviving on mac and cheese and cereal.  I should get a mom of the year award.

If I could only win the lottery then maybe I could stay home and sleep and take hot baths all day.  But my state doesn't have a lottery and also I'd have to actually go buy a ticket if it did.  Which would of course involve my not sleeping all day and night.

My hypno-birthing class starts tonight and I am trying to be excited, but mostly all I can think about is napping.  And donuts.

Mmm, donuts.

Speaking of donuts.  Mmm, donuts.  I did NOT pass my gestational diabetes test.  I was only over by 2 measly freaking points but now I have to go for the big 3 hour one where I don't get to eat all morning and sit in the doctor's office for 3 hours.  They will draw my blood a total of 4 times.

I think they might have a death wish.  I mean, if you could see me when I'm hungry, I'd somewhat resemble a terrible swamp creature/monster and I'd probably call you a dick for even looking at me.  Then I'd try not to pass out on you and then I'd cry because I wanted some cereal so badly.  It's not pretty.

Once again, totally worth it.