Enjoying the slow

In the past few years (or okay maybe in my entire life...) I've never been a particularly patient patient. I don't like being sick, I rail against its cruel injustice and whine and moan about the littlest of sniffly noses. I know - no one likes being sick. I just think I'm kind of a baby about it...

And while I'm certainly not sick right now, I am definitely down for the count more often than not these days. And my tummy is doing very bizarre things, so food is a very strange odyssey at the moment (case in point: dinner two nights ago was garlic & olive oil pasta from a box and some grapefruit... though I did add spinach to the pasta, so there was a modicum of health in the meal.)

But here's the weird thing - I am thoroughly enjoying every minute of this experience. The complete and utter exhaustion (I just slept for 10 hours and I'm yawning...), the weird food cravings (and aversions, currently just sesame oil) and the funky tummy. I'm exceedingly grateful that I'm not throwing up, but every rumble just means hormones are doing what they are supposed to do.

I'm also learning to let things be - our house could use a thorough cleaning and has been in that state for a few weeks... I just don't have the energy to freak out about it. We'll get to it. It's not unlivable. It just is what it is. And that's just fine.