I’ve been trying to abide by the old adage “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all”. Or, I’ve been too freakin’ tired. Or both.
It’s like invasion of the body snatchers over here. I have long remembered what it was like during weeks 6 through 12 of my last pregnancy. But it turns out that remembering and experiencing are two very different things. I remembered, sure. But, doing it – THIS – is madness.
I’m able to push through the fatigue for the most part. But it really is all-encompassing. It’s soul sucking, too. I fell into a deep hole around week 5 and clamber as I might to try and get out of it, I think I’ll be here for another few (four-ish) weeks, at least. I’ve been so grossed out by the thought of vitamins that it’s all I can do some days to choke them down. And some days I don’t. But I really need to because the B6 seems to help with the nausea.
Anyway, if you’re looking for me, I’m somewhere down a deep, dark crevasse desperately awaiting rescue.
~Nichole
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