So it’s 12:39am, and I have to wake up early for work tomorrow. I am still awake even though I am tired as hell. Why, you ask? Whatever in my head could I be thinking to stay up at this time, especially when I’m absolutely bone-achingly tired? Well, the answer is simple, people: I’m nauseous. Oh, don’t you underestimate nausea, as I once did. Pregnancy nausea is in a league of its own. It doesn’t let you sleep when you really want to, even when your body and your mind have already shut down for the day. Your esophagus feels like it’s going to throw up whatever you last ate, and your stomach churns at the thought of anything that resembles food.

Oh, and here is the other conundrum, as if nausea during exhaustion isn’t enough: all of this is accompanied by the spontaneous feeling of hunger. Imagine feeling nauseous and hungry at the same time! Yes, it should be impossible, but alas it is not! It is an oxymoron, a paradox, a whatever-you-wanna-call it. Whatever it is, it is annoying. So I’m sitting here in front of the computer, typing away while eating some sweet bread to cool down the hunger, while trying to shake the feeling of wanting to throw it back up. It is a weird ass controversy, and I don’t like it. No, sirree, not one bit. And although I ate about 3 hours ago (yes, late dinner), I feel like I haven’t eaten in in decades… like I’m a starving child in rural Somalia or something. I’m hoping this sweet bread is enough to suffice so that at least I can try and go back to bed un-hungry. At least then I only have to deal with the nausea.

Okay, as you were.