i've always been a big water-drinker. there aren't a lot of things i love more than a big tall glass of cold water.
my first few days in zambia, i felt like i just could not get enough to drink. i would wake up with my tongue clinging to the roof of my mouth, absolutely parched. for the first few weeks, i lived with the world's sweetest person, and although she didn't know about my raging thirst, she woke me every morning with a cup of water. God bless her!
before i go upstairs at night, i always make sure i have a cup with me. last night, i made a few trips up and down the stairs, realizing i hadn't locked the door once, and another time grabbing some lozenges for my throat. before i turned out the light, i looked at my shelf and laughed.
each time i went downstairs, i must have taken a new glass.
there, awaiting my nighttime thirst: not one, not two, but three glasses.
and last night, probably for the first time since i got pregnant, i didn't even wake up once. at least i was prepared ;).