Further adventures of Rocketbride: May 8, 2003.

I don't care if you don't want me cause I'm yours yours yours anyhow

may 8, 2003.

I took a walk tonight. I don't usually take walks...even when we didn't have a car, I've never been much on walking except when I had to get somewhere specific. I was trying to soothe my angry tummy with a small portion of vinegar chips from the nearby convenience store, and on the way to the store I was smacked between the eyes with cool breezes & lovely smells. So I took a detour.
It wasn't a long walk, less than a half-hour. But it did take care of some of the nausea - soothed it and worked through it at the same time. Now I'm just exhausted. *smile*

Went to bed early last night, but woke up at 2 a.m. and couldn't get back to sleep. I spent a horrible, horrible, horrible 3 hours unwillingly obsessed with academic scheduling anxieties...and when I finally slept, I had very disturbing dreams about leprechauns. Ever since I cut back on the meds, I've had trouble sleeping through the night, and the sleep I get is besieged with awful anxiety dreams. In one night I can dream 3 days of everything going wrong...and then I wake up to find that it's still Monday morning. This is, perhaps, the most horrifying thing of all.

Soemthing strange is happening: despite my complete lack of energy during the evenings, I am rather enjoying my classes again. I really don't know why; now that we're cramming for the exam, I'm a little stress bunny...besides, I'm weeks behind on my marking...not to mention my evaluation stretches on like a horror movie franchise. I don't know why half the time I'm walking on sunshine. I suppose I just like being pregnant.
Ok. I'm not opening that box right now...once it springs out, I'll never be able to put it back in and there's a lot to unpack. Sometime soon you'll get the pregnancy musings; just not today.
I'm thinking of changing over to Movable Type once the baby's born. You know, to streamline this a little. Maybe I'll use my summer to get it perfect. All I know is that I probably won't be keeping a separate log for the Sprout à la the very successful Mighty Quinn. I'm having enough trouble keeping this one journal dogpaddling along without another tied to my metaphorical ankle.
Live! From my parents' basement! It's Further adventures of Rocketmom! Wheee!


	may 8, 2003. I took a walk tonight. I don't usually take walks...even when we didn't have a car, I've never been much on walking except when I had to get somewhere specific. I was trying to soothe my angry tummy with a small portion of vinegar chips from the nearby convenience store, and on the way to the store I was smacked between the eyes with cool breezes & lovely smells. So I took a detour. It wasn't a long walk, less than a half-hour. But it did take care of some of the nausea - soothed it and worked through it at the same time. Now I'm just exhausted. smile Went to bed early last night, but woke up at 2 a.m. and couldn't get back to sleep. I spent a horrible, horrible, horrible 3 hours unwillingly obsessed with academic scheduling anxieties...and when I finally slept, I had very disturbing dreams about leprechauns. Ever since I cut back on the meds, I've had trouble sleeping through the night, and the sleep I get is besieged with awful anxiety dreams. In one night I can dream 3 days of everything going wrong...and then I wake up to find that it's still Monday morning. This is, perhaps, the most horrifying thing of all. Soemthing strange is happening: despite my complete lack of energy during the evenings, I am rather enjoying my classes again. I really don't know why; now that we're cramming for the exam, I'm a little stress bunny...besides, I'm weeks behind on my marking...not to mention my evaluation stretches on like a horror movie franchise. I don't know why half the time I'm walking on sunshine. I suppose I just like being pregnant. Ok. I'm not opening that box right now...once it springs out, I'll never be able to put it back in and there's a lot to unpack. Sometime soon you'll get the pregnancy musings; just not today. I'm thinking of changing over to Movable Type once the baby's born. You know, to streamline this a little. Maybe I'll use my summer to get it perfect. All I know is that I probably won't be keeping a separate log for the Sprout à la the very successful Mighty Quinn. I'm having enough trouble keeping this one journal dogpaddling along without another tied to my metaphorical ankle. Live! From my parents' basement! It's Further adventures of Rocketmom! Wheee!