Tuesday, August 24, 2010
You know that phrase "My butt is really dragging" ?
I've never preferred it. It conjures up images of Mabel, back feet facing forward, rooting across my white shag carpet to clean her bottom. But that phrase seems to be the only thing that comes close to adequately describing my current state.
I was ready for the nausea. I was ready for the bloating. I was ready for the cravings. I was not ready for the marathons of puking and the flu-like exhaustion. Yesterday I watched an entire episode of Who's the Boss, not because I liked it, but because I was too tired to change the channel.
And also, I was not ready to say goodbye to my sister. We put her on a plane yesterday. She'll be in China for a year. It was one of the hardest things I've ever experienced. So today, forgive the lack of a creative post. Because my butt really is dragging.