It’s one of those days again. Vertigo day. At least it was mild. Although I was partially sedated and drowsy because I took a pill for motion sickness and I took some allergy meds at the same time to keep my sinuses dry, I’m thankful I did not throw up. I am VERY thankful for that.
But it sure would be nice though, if I could do yoga moves like my son without fear that my world will collapse on me. Yep. I’m totally jealous. And he does this move everyday. I don’t know why. Asian culture suggests that when babies do this, they are looking for another brother or sister. I don’t know how accurate that is, but let me tell you now. I. Am. NOT. Pregnant.
Seriously. Maybe the world just looks better upside down. I can’t confirm nor deny that statement though. You know, since I can’t do that move? You try. Tell me if things looked any better from that perspective.
P.S. Don’t fall on your head. If you do, please don’t sue me. I didn’t force you to do it. Ok?