So this week I started to slooowly feel better, so much so, I decided today I’d be going back to the gym.
Last night I couldn’t sleep, threw up at 3am, finally fell asleep well after 4am, was up by 6. Needless to say, nausea hit me badly today, because pregnancy aside, lack of sleep sucks.
So I took a long nap early afternoon, and though I’ve been up for 2 hours wearing my workout clothes, I haven’t yet made it to the gym. I don’t feel great, afraid to push it, afraid I waited too long and the tiny gym will be crowded (if there is one other person doing weights there, we’re literally on top of each other), and let’s face it, I haven’t been in a month at this point and not sure I’m ready to face how out of shape I got. So if I get good sleep tonight and feel better tomorrow, I’m hoping to tackle the weights then. There’s still time to use my home treadmill today, right?
So you’re wondering what does this all have to do with Singapore? Well, it doesn’t! But as Singapore is the “code” for medevac folks in the foreign service stationed in Asia (if someone gets medevac’d to Singapore you can usually assume “pregnant”), it is now my turn to go back.
We were there for New Year’s Eve and took amazing pictures like these…
So even though there will be no fireworks this time, it’s exciting to be back! Sadly, Karl is on a work trip so he can’t join me, but a friend from Manila is tagging along as she hasn’t been to yet, and why not take advantage of the free hotel?
So Sunday butt early I fly out to the land of no gum, Monday I get my ultrasounds hopefully showing things are ok with the baby (please please please let it all be ok!), then have an extra day to bum around and sightsee.
I’m dying to eat at Din Tai Fung, one of my favorite places, but totally concerned that my food aversions will kick in (it’s been kind of ridiculous lately), but fingers crossed that my body won’t dare reject the amazing pork soup dumplings at DTF!
I know I keep promising to blog more, but with nausea, not doing anything interesting, lack of workouts, what else is there to say? But I hit 12 weeks yesterday, and everyone has promised me that now is the time that things start slowly getting better, so here’s hoping!