The Work Begins

I think I’ve hit the wall.  It started Tuesday night, in birth class, actually.  Husband leaned over and whispered in my ear if I was feeling alright.  I replied a hearty yes, and he said I just looked a little pale.  I woke up Wednesday exhausted.  It is Friday, and I’m still exhausted.

This is the point where I think the tail begins to wag the dog.  I am simply the host to this baby, who seems to be in complete charge of my body at this point.  I don’t know nothin’, ma’am, I just work here…got it.

I have to remind myself that I’m pregnant, not depressed, or lazy, or crazy.  I’m coming up on 35 weeks and I’m wondering what the next 5 weeks hold, if baby decides to hang out for another month plus.  Work has slowed down but my schedule has not.  In fact, I’m doing a tasting for a prospective client on Monday, even though I have no intention of actually starting work with them now.  Duh.  Just want to get a foot in the door.

It’s also challenging to feel so low energy during the holiday season.  I want to romp around, look at lights, bake cookies, go to holiday parties…but mama is just. so. tired.  Must embrace.  I know this is happening for all good reasons, not the least of which is that I should be uncomfortable so labor won’t seem so scary (it does right now).

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