I am absolutely exhausted. Dead tired. Thoroughly beat. Downright tuckered out.
I thought I was tired the day after Prom in high school when I was basically up for 24 hours straight. I thought I was exhausted after working 31 our of 37 consecutive hours at the hotel one weekend. Even in my first trimester, I thought I was just plum tuckered out. I realize now that was nothing compared to how I’ve been feeling the last few days.
Unfortunately for those around me, that means I’m also crabby, testy, irritable or “sensitive” if you’re being nice.
My amazing husband (he really is) has the bewildered look down pat. I don’t blame him for looking at me like I’m crazy, because I feel a bit like that sometimes when I’m upset for no particular reason. He does what he can – rubs my back when I’m trying to get to sleep and preemptively brings me cookies or candy sometimes, assuming that I’m cranky. And for the record, bringing me baked goods or candy will cheer me up for a bit at least. My mom knows me well enough to count on this and brought chocolate cake when they came over the other night.
I blame my tiredness on the obvious – I am growing a baby!! – and the related, but less obvious. I have trouble falling asleep, because I have too much running through my mind – What do we still need to do to get the nursery done? Will I have a job after BabyMort arrives? What will we do about our finances if I don’t? Did I change the dog’s vet appointment? The list goes on and on… Once I’m lucky enough to fall asleep, I wake up because of heartburn, achey hips and/or back, because I have to pee, because I’m thirsty or because one of my extremities is asleep. Usually, once I wake up, I start thinking about all the things that kept me up in the first place and the fun starts all over again.
I have a plan to (hopefully) get at least a few nights good sleep though. I have yoga tonight and I usually sleep pretty well after that. Then I made a chiropractor’s appointment for first thing tomorrow morning, hoping that after stretching at yoga, he’ll actually be able to adjust me and relieve some of my back and hip pain (something he hasn’t been able to do since for 20 weeks now…) And the (chocolate buttercream) icing on the (chocolate) cake – I’m getting a massage on Saturday!! We’ll put blankets over the windows in the bedroom Saturday night so the rising sun doesn’t interrupt my slumber on Sunday morning and I’d be perfectly happy sleeping until Monday morning if possible 😀
Hopefully I’ll look something like this: