I'm trying REALLY, REALLY, REALLY hard not to complain, but holy cow, this baby is kicking my butt.
I was looking back at the pregnancy thus far and I think in total, there have been about 2 weeks where I felt "well" (ie. not puking daily and not coughing up lungs). The second trimester, in some ways, has been worse than the first. I barely sleep and my resistance is so low that I'm picking up everything. Yeesh. So basically, I haven't felt like myself since August. Throw an active toddler into the mix and I'm ready for bed well before she is (not that I can sleep though).
hgdxvkiy6ukx fuygjtxdujgtf <-- that was me, banging my head on the keyboard.
I miss Nyquil.
Happily, tomorrow is my ultrasound so I'll get to see the little monster. At the very least it'll be a nice quiet time on a bed in a dark room...
alone.
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