Insomnia

I've been awake since 3:30.

I had to get up to blow my nose.

It seemed innocent enough...

I shouldn't have done that.

Now I'm awake. Forever.

So, it's 5:45 in the morning, and what am I doing?

Blogging.

I mean, what else am I going to do?

Nick is still sleeping.

(Lucky him.)

And all the neighbors are sleeping.

So I can't work out just yet.

Although, of course, I have the motivation to RIGHT at this very moment.

I'm sure that by the time people wake up, it'll be gone.

*sigh*

You know, I've been thinking about it, and I've decided that I'm just not one of those pregnant ladies who look cute being pregnant. 

Some women just...

glow.

Me? I'm all huffy puffy and crabby from trying to climb the stairs.

My glow? It's called sweat.

I guess I wouldn't feel so uncomfortable in my [pregnant] skin

if I wasn't so workout savvy and health conscious before.

(And if all my excess pregnancy weight didn't settle into my face. UGH.)

So, despite my sickness and lack of desire to do anything

I'm going to give pregnancy workouts another shot.

I realize that I should have been doing this all along, and I'm going to regret it immensely

but I am having one heckuva pregnancy.

I know, I know...

*cry* *sob* *boo hoo*

Suck it up, Michelle.