P.S. it’s your birthday,
Birthdays aren’t always guaranteed and yet one still hopes that when your day comes, it is a great one. Or perhaps, if you are me, you begin to realize that for the third year in a row (sigh), you are preggers and having fun is overrated. At this point, my honeymoon pregnancy symptoms have kicked into high gear and I’m not swooning. However, I am getting intense moments of hot flashes and always thinking is it hot in here or is it me. Of course, it is me- darn hormones…..
Oh, what joy! Thus you could surmize, that I’m over the pregnancy PDA vibes that I’ve been getting from my future tiny human to be. Therefore, my birthday wake up call was not glorious and no I’m not even experiencing the pregnancy glow either. But that does not mean, that I woke up on my birthday with a smile on my face as if I just saw a rainbow that gifted me skittles or the winning lottery ticket. Nope, I woke up to the infamous thirty-five plus one, exhausted. Exhausted because that tiny human that rests gently under my heart had gifted me:
One swollen foot
A 2 am fridge raid where I actually stayed up and made hard boiled eggs. And did I mention that I actually smiled as I dropped five eggs into the boiling water and then gleefully giggled on the kitchen floor as I ate them one by one once they were ready. Note it is 2 am and I’m still up which leads to number three of my amazing gifts.
I actually did not go to bed until at 4 am. Yes, I ate the boiled eggs but then I proceeded to cubbard ( kitchen pantry) and inhaled Ritz crackers with a side of medium guacamola. Of course, soon after I was extremely parched and mustered up the courage to open up an old fashion root beer to drink. None of my food choices sounded ideal, especially when I knew that I was probably going to get heartburn from the old fashion root beer. But how could I deny myself that smooth rustic taste of a cold root beer. If you are a root beer fan, you understand why I took the chance.
Having to go to work on your birthday and it being a Friday isn’t fair. But you know what really takes the cake? The fact that shortly after 4 am, I immediately became sick. It was a combo of a cold, exhaustion and perhaps the boiled eggs. I would never blame my sickness on my good old root beer beverage.
So in the end, my thirty-five plus one ended up being a very long maternity nap time.