Man, my motivation is bottoming out today.  First off, the day got a kind of wonky start.  Kile wasn’t feeling it himself this morning and was reluctant to get up.  I use him as my alarm clock and generally get up when he’s out of the shower.  He didn’t get out of the shower until sometime after 8 am.  EEP.  So yeah, it was an interesting morning in the Porter household.

But strange morning aside, I’m still not quite there.  Shoot, the only reason I’m posting here in fact is because I wanted to moan about how I don’t want to do anything.  Including… post.  Makes sense to me.

Maybe I just need to take a nap.  Of course, we all know that’s not exactly going to clear my head any.  But it will kill a couple hours at least and get me closer to lunchtime.  Whereupon I will gaze into the deep freeze at my tv dinner selections and NOTHING will look good to me.  Nothing ever looks good to me anymore.  I’ve told Kile to stop asking me what I want to eat, or even giving me options because I will not want to eat whatever he suggests and I will not be able to think of anything that sounds good on my own (other than fruit, that is).  Just give me something to eat and I’ll eat it.  But if I have to think about it, it’s going to make me want to hurl.

I want to hurl about 90% of the time anymore, it seems.  There’s just varying degrees of wanting to hurl.  Haven’t actually done any hurling yet, thank goodness.  I just keep stuffing my face because otherwise, I want to hurl even more.  UGH.  Okay, when exactly will this trimester be over?  Cuz I’m kinda over it already.

Bah.  Bah and meh.  That about sums up my attitude today.  Bring on the weekend!