That is what Dave got to hear several times yesterday evening after I went upstairs to get something out of my nightstand, laid down for a little rest and subsequently napped for 3+ hours. Isabel was very concerned for the quality of my sleep apparently and repeatedly told Dave to "SHHHH!" explaining, in French, that I was sleeping.
I am *so* tired and *so* sick. I just can't even explain it to you. I don't think it was this bad with Isabel, but I vaguely remember feeling similarly miserable at about the 6 week mark last time, just in time for Christmas holidays. To the extent that we left Dave's family's place early because I just longed to feel like a pile of stinking dog poo in my own bed rather than at someone else's house, all the while trying to hide it from them that I was pregnant.
Anyway, I have punked out of Safe Grad tonight because I just don't want to be caught feeling like this while trapped at the lake for hours on end. I may also punk out of graduation if it is as bad as last night.
Wish me luck.
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