Yesterday was a nice relaxing day at home, and I only wish I had another one before I had to go back to work.  At least I don’t have any programs to put on today, because honestly?  I just don’t have the energy.

The fatigue is definitely something I wasn’t counting on.  I mean, I’m a sleepy person anyway, I sort of figured “how much worse could pregnancy fatigue be?”

Hah.

Pregnancy fatigue is waking up in the morning, after 8 or 9 hours of sleep and having your eyes drift close in the shower because with a very little effort you could get comfortable enough leaning against the wall to fall back asleep.  

Pregnancy fatigue is taking a quick rest at noon and not waking up until after 3.

Pregnancy fatigue is closing your eyes on the subway to avoid uncomfortable eye contact with the creepy guy sitting opposite and waking up four stops past your house.

Pregnancy fatigue is deeply envying the whippet whose entire life consists of eat (a little bit), walk (a tiny bit), sleep (the rest of the day).  Sounds like heaven.

The nausea has been coming and going.  It’s never bad enough to make me yeccch, but it’s bad enough to make eating a chore instead of an opportunity for yumminess.  Spicy food remains appealing, even when I feel the crappiest, so at least I have a go-to-taste when nothing else is working.  (Although that avocado sandwich yesterday was sublime and there was nothing spicy about that!)  Seasick bands seem to help, as does putting my head down for a few minutes.  And I don’t truly mind the yecchy feeling.  It’s reassuring, in a totally disgusting sort of way.

Ta-tas are sore-ish, sometimes feeling just mildly unhappy, like right before a period.  Sometimes, though, they feel like I’ve been repeatedly kicked in the chest by a pissed off mule.  Haven’t determined any rhyme or reason why they’re sometimes not so bad.  Maybe to do with how much water I’m retaining?  

Ah, water retention!  My weight hasn’t moved more than a pound up or down, but it really doesn’t seem to matter if I ate like a horse the day before or could barely stomach anything.  Kind of odd.  Pants are tight, though.  In the waist, where my pants are never tight.  A strange feeling, actually.  

Only 2 sleeps left until my midwife appointment, and I think the boy will accompany me, so that will be fun all around, I hope.  I’m hoping for an ultrasound, and really hoping that everything looks on target, but mostly feeling complacent about this.  Enjoying.  Trying to be relaxed about it all.  

I’ll let you know how that works out for me.