After being dead tired all day, when I got home last night, I took an hour nap before dragging myself out of bed to make dinner.* Went to bed at a reasonable time, slept hard all night and I think I only got up 3 times (usually, no joke, it's closer to 10). Felt bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning. And then I crashed after lunch. Enough that I slept at my desk for 10 minutes. Eek.
Maybe this is the new normal? I'm bigger than I've ever been in my life and eating/moving/living for four. I guess it's to be expected. Time to build naptime into my day.
* I should mention that it completely shocked Rick that I cooked (he was at work). Over the past few months, I've resorted to leftovers and protein shakes most of the nights he's not here. So I'll claim that small victory yesterday.
This is still seriously no big deal in the grander scheme of things. I'm just more tired. I walk a mile (total, roundtrip) every morning to drop off Mariela at camp-- today I'll do that twice, because I need to pick her up too. I usually walk about the same distance to buy lunch. Two+ miles a day seems good for this stage of the game. No aches and pains to speak of, other than just the awkwardness of being the size of a full-term pregnancy. Yeah, I'm still doing well. Soldier on.
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