I thank my lucky stars that I am not puking. Not once. For women who have puked their guts out during their pregnancy, I will gladly stand here as you hit me.
The main symptom I’m having is drop-dead sleepiness in the late afternoon. For instance, yesterday, I come home from work, had dinner, and laid down for a nap. THREE HOURS later, I woke up, got ready for bed, drank a huge glass of water, and went to sleep.
It’s as if the Tadpole wants me to be a morning person or something. Yeeeechhhh. Fortunately, it’s not everyday, but… dang.
Folks tell me that I’ll get some of my energy back when my first trimester ends (at the end of this month). Here’s hoping so! I’d like to get back to some sort of exercising again ’cause squishy Mommy ain’t too good once birthin’ time comes. At least, that’s what all the books tell me.
::sigh:: I miss coffee.