So one thing I’m constantly amazed by with this whole pregnancy business is how completely out of my control my own body is. For example:
The other morning I woke up and was feeling really nauseous. So I called into work to let them know I was going to be late and got the answering machine. I didn’t leave a message since I knew the receptionist would be in soon and I’d rather talk to a person than leave a message. Right. I then proceeded to fall completely, dead-to-the-world asleep on the couch without meaning to at all. I wasn’t even in the comphy couch spot! I didn’t even have my pregnancy pillow fortress set up!
Later on when Matt tried to call me at work and I wasn’t there he was a bit concerned since he left me awake and fully intending to go in. When he called my cell and noone answered he became real concerned. And by the time he tried me at home with no result he was flat out freaked out. So he called my office and asked the receptionist where I was… and they didn’t know. Neither did anyone else in the office. And when I’m not going to be there I always call in.
Mass Panic! Hysteria! Ohmygod where is the pregnant lady!!!
Finally all of the frantic phone calls (now from both Matt and my coworkers) woke me out of my stupor at about 2:30ish. Good thing, too, because that was the last time Matt was going to call before he drove home in a panic to make sure I was still alive.
The really freaky part? Even after sleeping all day I was asleep before 10 that night.
I am being ruled by a 5lb creature who demands sleep and there’s not much I can do about it.