Last week I woke up at midnight and ate some Top Ramen. I know everyone hates Top Ramen, but I've always loved it. And it was tasty. I haven't had a good night of sleep for a long time. I wake up at least 3 times a night to go to the bathroom. Seriously. I should buy stock in Jamba Juice. Jamba Juice has been SO good lately. I can't take a hot shower anymore. It has to be luke-warm and I frequently stick my head out of the curtain to catch my breath. The other day I actually took my entire shower sitting down. Can I tell you how good lime popsicles are? I love them. I am making friends with bathrooms and know where they are anywhere I go. Food usually sounds repulsive. I can no longer eat hot dogs. I have cried at silly things lately. Like episodes of Friends, when Farid kissed Meggie in Inskpell, when Elinor pulled everything out of the entertainment center for the 3rd time in one day, when my phone wouldn't charge, I'm pretty sure I even cried while watching Judge Judy one day. I'm not sure whether I'm more embarrassed to admit I cried while watching it or that I actually watched it. I am a new level of exhausted. Like I don't want to get off the couch. Like I cry when I have to get up early. Like no matter how long I sleep at night it doesn't make a difference. What can all this mean?






In the words of my friend Anne,
"I'm growing a person in my uterus."