The burst of energy usually associated with the second trimester decided to skip me. In it’s place is sheer, unadulterated, exhaustion. I know most women suffer major exhaustion their first trimester of pregnancy; and with my first pregnancy, I never experienced it. With this pregnancy, I was pretty much bedridden my first trimester, and now that I can function like a normal human, I’m plagued with fatigue so strong I feel like I’m in a constant haze. On top of that is a comeback of my nausea, and a wound up 17 month old in the throws of a typical Pacific Northwest winter (rain, cold, rain, and yes, more rain). It’s almost as if I can see steam escaping from Parker’s head from being cooped up inside; this poor child has energy that needs to escape her little body and my poor attempts to engage with her in my zombie like state only results in frustration on both ends. Plus, I’m so not the creative mom type, I seriously lack the ability to come up with fun activities, hence, tupperware. I’ve never been one to nap when baby naps, in fact, I’m not a napper. I usually cannot fall asleep under any circumstances during the day. Except now. Now I find myself dozing off while Parker runs amuck…the other day I woke up to her standing on the coffee table peering over me yelling at me because she wanted to jump from the table in to my arms on the couch. The issue I’m facing is Parker just recently transitioned to one nap, and those naps are averaging 45 minutes to an hour. That’s it. Nap time is when I usually try to take care of household duties. But I’m neglecting everything, napping when Parker naps, and I still wake up feeling like I’ve been drugged.
If my parents or inlaws are reading…this is an open invitation, you are welcome to visit and stay as long as you’d like. Just throwing it out there.