I was exhausted. I did laundry, washing up, washed the kitchen and bathroom floors, tidied the library, remembered to eat lunch, and accidentally fell asleep in the garden. I woke up eventually when I realised I was cold, and moved to the beanbag. Then I woke up when Rob called to say he was coming home, and went to bed. And I woke up again just before he got home.
We had toasted bagels for dinner, which was probably a bad idea, and I slept incredibly badly.
I believe I have a slight cold; that would explain the dehydration, exhaustion, and being completely congested.
However, there is good news - I suspect there was a kick last night. It was a weird swimmy feeling, somewhere between a bubble bursting and a "butterflies in the stomach" feeling, and I've never had a digestion feeling like it before. I can't be sure, of course, until it happens again.
I did a bit of housework again today; the only thing I haven't done this week is wiped the skirting boards in the dining room and bedrooms, and polished the woodwork in same. Oh, and the kitchen windowsill is a bit grotty. It's nice, though, having a clean house most of the time. Makes me feel oddly confident. I suspect it makes winter easier to bear, too - it was dark by 5 pm today.
Tomorrow, we have a guest. Woohoo!
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