Joe and I are both sick this week, and smell of Vick’s cold rub and ramen noodles. What I thought were innocent, preggo sniffles, have jumped ship and inflicted something fierce enough for Joe to come home before noon today and we spent the day resting, procrastinating at errands, and just being blarty, snot machines. I’ve been feeling crappy for a week now, and hopefully it’s over with. I don’t want to deal with a full-blown bedridden flu during my “incubation of life” and being told all I can have is Tylenol.

We had some pho from Little Saigon, which was okay, but I think I’d like to compare it to Pho Hoa, which I have only been to once. I believe I liked Pho Hoa a lot more. I know I’m not supposed to eat fish, and I don’t. Also, cooked seafood with lower mercury levels once a week are ok.

-Udon Noodles at Zippy’s, Hawaii

Anyway, with all these swift life changes, and uh, free time, albeit nauseated and in a half-groggy state, I’ve done a little self-inventory. I’ve had a reduced salary for about a month now, and though it wasn’t the best decision I’ve made, I also felt significantly fatigued and not able to stay up until 6 am to do my job. During my first trimester, I didn’t venture too far from my living room. Besides to buy new, bigger jeans (let out a little cry*, sniffle*) and comfy yoga pants (a teaser for things to come.)
I got into a frantic phase of “Need to do something else” and isn’t this just the best time to do that? Needless to say, after all assessment was said and done, I’ve slapped a little sense into me. I have decided, though, to finish those last few classes and finish college. Or find something that I want to do that I love. I have nursing license under my belt, but I feel like there are other aspects of myself that I want to pursue.