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).