Remember this post? Remember how I said I wanted to bottle my feelings of happiness because I knew that I wouldn't always feel that way?
Well, mere days later, I've done a complete 180, and I am a sleep-deprived, pimply, stressed out ball of my former (happy) self. And it's all my professor's fault. How dare he assign us a 20 page paper for our final project? Why didn't I work on this over the weekend?
Oh, that's right. Because I was sleeping for most of the weekend. Because I was/am so sleep-deprived that I feel like I'm losing my mind. Because my husband snores and our cats cry and I'm supposed to be sleeping on my back at this point in my pregnancy but it's just not comfortable. Because our (full-sized) bed is probably not big enough to accommodate both of us and the mound of pillows I need to stay on my side so that I don't cut off Bunlet's blood supply.
Attending graduate school while pregnant = so not recommended.
Where is that bottle of happiness? I need it.