I’m not exaggerating.
I am a level of tired I never thought existed.
I got out for 2 hours and come home and need to nap.
A 4 hr shift at work has me falling asleep on the lounge leaning on Dexter.
You know when you get into bed under a heavy feather doona and that solid feeling settles over you, like you could move but it is easier to not?
That’s what my body feels like all the time.My eyes have that hot, need sleep feeling all the time.
I stay up too late because my legs ache to walk up the stairs.
I know I’m pregnant.
But the middle trimester is meant to be the one where you have all this energy, or at least are capable of doing normal things.
All my blood tests are fine.
So I’m sitting here on the lounge, trying to work up the courage to walk to the kitchen and wash the dishes because the idea of standing there and finding the energy to lift the plates makes me want to cry.