11.75 hours [prenatal stuff #4]
Feb. 2nd, 2008 08:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miss_swampI've been spared any morning sickness at all. (1) Instead, I've been Level-3.5 cranky and Level-9 exhausted, (2) 95% of the time. I get home from working too much, (3) lie on the sofa a bit, get up and make dinner, eat and clean up, then attempt to do something while trying not to doze off before 9:30. Then I stumble upstairs and go to bed. If you've called me and I haven't answered, it's probably because I've been either working or asleep.
Last night I gave up at 8:30 and went to bed. At 8:30. On a Friday night. Before half the world had even decided what excitement to pursue. For a good time, call ME. I got up at about 8:15 this morning, so I didn't quite sleep half a day--but that was mostly on principle.
So J gets his alone time, and the parasite (4) gets all my calcium and energy, and I get a lot less reading done. Awesome. Where's my second-trimester energy surge?
In other news, I bought my first maternity clothes this week. I don't need them quite yet, but I think I only have about 2 weeks left in my stretch jeans. Hellooo? I'm ready to look pregnant now, instead of just fat.
(1) Which They Say means a boy, but we'll see in March-or-so (or July-or-so, I guess). It's not like I have any say.
(2) And constipated, but who wants to hear about that?
(3) Yes, yes, I know I should be taking it easy; you want to grade my mid-year assessments and do my report cards for me? I'll pay you a quarter each for tests, a dollar each for report cards. No?
(4) Who is, don't get me wrong, absolutely, completely wanted and carefully planned, but sure is sucking me dry. What happens when I feel this way with #2, but already have a 2-year-old running around? Go Superdad!
Last night I gave up at 8:30 and went to bed. At 8:30. On a Friday night. Before half the world had even decided what excitement to pursue. For a good time, call ME. I got up at about 8:15 this morning, so I didn't quite sleep half a day--but that was mostly on principle.
So J gets his alone time, and the parasite (4) gets all my calcium and energy, and I get a lot less reading done. Awesome. Where's my second-trimester energy surge?
In other news, I bought my first maternity clothes this week. I don't need them quite yet, but I think I only have about 2 weeks left in my stretch jeans. Hellooo? I'm ready to look pregnant now, instead of just fat.
(1) Which They Say means a boy, but we'll see in March-or-so (or July-or-so, I guess). It's not like I have any say.
(2) And constipated, but who wants to hear about that?
(3) Yes, yes, I know I should be taking it easy; you want to grade my mid-year assessments and do my report cards for me? I'll pay you a quarter each for tests, a dollar each for report cards. No?
(4) Who is, don't get me wrong, absolutely, completely wanted and carefully planned, but sure is sucking me dry. What happens when I feel this way with #2, but already have a 2-year-old running around? Go Superdad!
