I think I have mentioned that this pregnancy is different from my other two pregnancies.Â One difference is the degree of tiredness I have felt.
When I was pregnant with Brooke and Caroline, I didn’t get it.Â People would ask me if I was extra tired.Â I didn’t know how to answer that.Â Isn’t everyone pretty much always tired?Â “Yeah, sure,” I’d tell people, “I’m tired.”
Now I know how to answer that.Â NO.Â I was NOT tired when I was pregnant with Brooke and Caroline.Â This pregnancy has opened my eyes (eyes that wish so desperately to be closed) as to the extent of tiredness a person can feel.
There were days when I would lie on the couch wondering how I would ever be able to sit up again.Â No amount of sleep would cure my fatigue.Â It felt as though every single ounce of energy had been sucked out of my body (and subsequently placed into the bodies of my children).
I remember one day the top of my head itched.Â I looked at my hand and didn’t know how I would find the energy to lift it three feet to scratch my head.
That’s the kind of tired I was dealing with.
The second trimester of pregnancy has softened that symptom.Â As long as I go to bed at a pretty reasonable hour I’m okay the next day, but wo unto me if I don’t get enough sleep.
And the past few weeks I haven’t gotten enough sleep.
Stay tuned for the blog post all about why I now hate Benjamin Franklin.Â I’d write it now…but I’m too tired.