Hey! This isn't life-alteringly terrible like I anticipated. It's not peaches and rainbows, but I haven't thrown up (or even felt nauseated) so I'm calling that a huge win.
Naps, on the other hand, are my friend. More like, my long lost soul sister that I crave more and more time with each time I have one, ha. I've never really been good at snoozing on the couch with other stuff going on around me, but I'm quickly perfecting that skill. I can integrate the kids' game and a TV show and James & mom's conversation about how hard I'm sleeping into one cohesive dream that I'm aware I'm having and tell myself I should wake up... but still not actually be able to get up for a few more minutes.
I also fantasize often these days. When I'm walking (which I'm 6 days for 6!), I imagine whether that grass right there is as soft as it looks and if I should sit there for a moment. In the evenings I contemplated just how cloud-like my pillows and blankets will feel when I crawl into bed. When I finish eating, I remember vividly how comfortable the couch is.
6 days down, 120 to go.
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