Uh... So... Yeah. I just slept twenty-two of twenty-four hours. I wish I were lying.
It
all started when I accidentally slept until 1pm. I tried to have a day
but, man, that plan backfired after passing out in front of full
frontal fashion an hour later, dragging myself back into bed and waking
up again at 7pm for a nice hour before going all narcoleptic on myself.
Archer says: wake-up and play with me, Mommy!
I
wonder how people do this without help. Be pregnant, work, take care of
a kid. I have a newfound respect for every woman who can fight the urge
not to sleep for twenty-two of twenty-four hours. I obviously don't
have it in me at all. Which is going to prove interesting next month
when I hit the road for two and a half weeks of coastal driving (San
Fran to Vancouver) all by myself. I have no idea how or why I thought I
could pull off a pregnancy during a book tour/promotion
but I wasn't thinking with my real brain. My fake brain, yes. I
suppose I was just expecting the same no-nonsense pregnancy I had with
Archer. Ha! Yeah, right!....
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