And this morning, I started to feel awful too.
I got up at 08:30, had to cancel my only morning-appointment, wrote an email to people saying "we might have to skip the New Year get-together at our place" and went back to bed. And slept until 15:00.
While I slept, I dreamt a somewhat crazy dream about:
- My Mom celebrating her 70th birthday. In Sweden, at one of my aunt's places.
- Me coloring my hair, because Mom said I had too.
- I did it while being very pregnant, which meant it was a chore.
- While doing this, Micke came along and also wanted his hair (read: beard) colored, and I somehow managed to do this and color his lips brown. Not pretty.