Weeks 9 and 10 were complete opposites. Week 9 was a bit rough. For a combination of reasons, I couldn't sleep through the night that week. We had a bizarre heat wave in Chicago (in March!), I was getting up to pee all the time, I simply couldn't get comfortable in bed, and I found myself starving - not hungry, starving! - in the middle of the night.

Good news was, I didn't feel tired or lethargic during the day. More than anything, I just wanted to enjoy a good night's sleep. Oh well, it simply wasn't in the cards during week 9.

Week 10 was a breeze. I felt fantastic and was sleeping again. No more standing in the kitchen eating cereal at 4am! That week we also celebrated Mr. Fix-Its 33rd birthday. It was a nice change of pace to get dressed up and head out for the evening, because we'd been pretty low-key over the past several weeks. I'm not a huge drinker, but having a fancy meal sure does make you crave a good glass of red.

Oh! And I just remembered a funny story from around this time. Mr. Fix-It and I went out with friends for dinner and then made our way to a local bar. I played the, "Oh, I don't know what I want yet" card and then several minutes later sent Mr. Fix-It to get me a vodka sprite (hold the vodka) wink wink. I was proud of our covert operation until I took a GULP. Booze! Ugh. I had taken a serious sip. It was, in fact, the bar tender's fault. He had handed Mr. Fix-It the wrong drink, while my virgin-faux-booze sat on the bar. Sorry, little baby, it was an accident. Oh, and I should add, I then proceeded to chug gobs of water to dilute alcohol intake. Poor child.