And more time has passed since my last post. I seriously don't intend to let so much time pass between posts, but sometimes life gets away from me. Well, let me tell you how life has been lately.
Really, I'm just taking things day by day. Overall, things have been good. Business has been going well, the dogs are great, projects around the house have been getting accomplished. Running has even been going well. That said, I have been so very, very tired.
Last Tuesday I felt surprisingly good. I had a beyond fabulous run, I had a wonderful doctor's appointment, and I was ready to greet the day. And then it was 10:00 a.m., I'd already been awake for 6 hours and had accomplished 7 things, and I crashed. All of a sudden, I was so tired I could barely function. And that pretty much set the tone for the rest of the week.
Since then, I've had about 1 1/2 good days where I've felt really on top of things. Otherwise, I've been tired, foggy, and in a funk. Work hasn't gotten done, laundry hasn't been folded. I did get in a great workout on Saturday, but the evening ended with me breaking down into tears about having to go out to the theatre (we did go out, and I enjoyed it, but there was much crying beforehand). I feel so behind on everything, and that's making me even more exhausted!
So, how does this relate to baby in ways other than I'm pregnant and that's to be expected. Well, there appears to have been a significant growth spurt. My belly is definitely no longer a hint or something that's only seen in the right clothes. It's there, full force. The movements I feel are more like waves instead of pokes or kicks, which is pretty trippy to be honest. Of course, with all of this, I also experiencing more and more baby brain. The worst actually happened last Tuesday.
I was headed into Target, and I realized I had to use the bathroom (for the 5th time that hour). I quickly popped into the ladies' room, did my business, and went to leave. Upon leaving, I stood in front of the bathroom door, waiting for it to open. I stood there for about 30 seconds before I realized the door wasn't automatic, and I had to pull the handle. Yeah, that was special.
All in all, though, I don't have much to complain about. The dogs and cats have been wonderful, Hans has been fantastic, and, even though I'm really tired, my body is handling things fairly well. It's just taking some time to adjust. So, things could definitely be worse.
Well, that's my current life in a nutshell. What's happening with you?