it ain't easy

Last night, around midnight, marked the fateful return of morning sickness. Clearly "morning sickness," being an all-hours affair, is not remotely an accurate term, so I shall heretofore (henceforth?) refer to morning sickness as Being Green. I am not a fan of Being Green. Who is, I know. Being Green prevents one from falling asleep again after sleeping so peacefully for three hours already at least. Being Green is clearly going to make me even more boring of a person than I already have been, these past few weeks. Because before Being Green, at least I could eat.

I should have known I would turn Green yesterday, as I was ravenous the whole day through. It was like Pen's Last Supper, or Last Lunch. And Second to Last Lunch, and Third to Last Lunch. Seriously, I had three lunches, as well as dinner, and quite a few cookies. Which, one might argue, may (should) have contributed to Being Green. But Being Green is

***Breaking K.Lo update: the Bug has learned to turn on the TV with the remote, and has chosen to watch Full House. Eeegad. She is currently bopping to the intro music. This can't be good.***

also marked by emptiness. Like your stomach is eating itself, and you should feed it so that it can eat the food instead, but absolutely nothing appeals. And then you feel like you should probably drink some water too, because water is good for you, but water is like, super-gross. So you do nothing, and try to just sleep, try to imagine that it's all fake and part of your overactive imagination. I wish it was. Maybe it is? More on this soon.