Remember all of those other times I've complained about being tired? Either here on the blog, or in real life? Or perhaps I sent you an email, complaining about being tired? I had no idea what tired was.
I can't believe how exhausted I am these days. My eyes are literally shutting when I'm driving home from work at 4:30. I want to stay longer - I have so much work to do - but I can feel my brain shutting down beginning around 2, and by 4, I'm cooked. I come home, and find the chores of eating dinner, doing some laundry, getting my lunch ready for the next day, cleaning Jimmy's ears and giving him his medicine, and maybe writing some thank you notes too much to even think about. I slug through these easy-in-real-life things and try to stay awake until 9:30. If I've done that, I let myself fall asleep. Of course, I'm up half the night with leg cramps and bathroom trips.
Right now, I feel bad for my dogs. All I want to do is lay down in bed and read, but Greg isn't feeling well so he's already in bed, and the dogs hate it if they don't have anyone to hang out with at night. So I'm staying up with them for a while, so they don't feel abandoned. I can't wait until we don't have to lock them out of the bedroom anymore.
I had my 34-week appointment today. Six weeks to go. I continue to not really gain weight, but my gut is still growing, which is good. Starting my next appointment (in two weeks) I go to the doctor every week, and they start checking to see if I'm progressing in terms of dilation and all of that. I won't go too much into it, as Alan doesn't like when I talk about "lady business." On Saturday we have an 8.5 hour childbirth prep class. I'm kind of dreading it because I'm scared about childbirth and I think the class will make me more anxious.
Speaking of anxious, I think I'll go read another chapter in What to Expect the First Year.