I’ve been a bad blogger lately because I am so. damn. tired. All the time. This first trimester is kicking my ass. The nausea isn’t nearly as bad as the exhaustion. I mean, at least I can go a day (even two sometimes, if I’m lucky) without being sick. But the fatigue is constant. I’m really starting to wonder if there’s something else wrong, like maybe I’m not getting enough iron or B-12 or something. I do take supplements for all of that stuff, but this just doesn’t feel right. I wake up tired after sleeping for 9 or 10 hours. That can’t possibly be normal.
My doctor’s office took some blood when I was there a couple of weeks ago, but I have yet to hear anything as far as the results. I’ve contemplated calling them to find out if everything was ok with my bloodwork, but that would require me to get off my butt, look up the number for my doctor’s office, find the phone and call them. I know: I’m a bad pregnant lady, I don’t have my ob’s number memorized. But at least I know that it’s on a business card on our fridge. It’s just the effort of walking downstairs that feels a bit overwhelming.
Seriously? I am typing this entry with my laptop propped up on my knees while I’m lying in bed. Because sitting at my desk is just too draining.
Other than that, there isn’t too much going on. I suppose that’s logical, seeing as how it’s a bit challenging to plan a social life when you can’t keep your eyes open for any length of time.
Although, one of my friends from college is coming to town for some work thing, so Kris and I are meeting up with her for dinner tonight. Kris and I are going in separate cars too, because there’s a remote possibility that they might want to go out to do something after dinner, and there’s no way I’ll be up for that. Hell, the only way I’ll make it through dinner is if I get at least an hour-long nap in beforehand. But I am really looking forward to having dinner with the girls tonight, even if it’s only for a couple of hours before I have to go home and crawl back into my pajamas.