Now that I’m ‘out’ about my pregnancy, I can lament the additional punitude. So far, my mental state is pretty darn good; I had few problems in that regard last pregnancy, which is why I don’t feel bad about potentially coming off of my meds for a chunk of this time. But physically, I’m feeling pretty brutalized. My joints and back are already all sorts of out of sort, I’m really rockin’ the chronic fatigue thing, and the less said about nausea, the better. I’m really sort of amazed that my brain is holding up so well regardless, ESPECIALLY when pregnancy insomnia is already making itself known.

Still, I did this to myself. *chuckles* I’ll do my best to make it through the whole thing with good cheer, but that doesn’t make the icky parts any less icky. My relative productivity is non-existent, though I can feel the base level of energy slowly creeping up towards something useful.

I’ve been sitting at home for a few weeks now trying to keep it together, though until this nausea passes… I can’t see myself leaving the house much. Part of it appears to be a developed touch of emetophobia. I can handle the idea of vomiting here if I have to, but not so much anywhere else.

Anyways, I should go battle myself to try and make lunch happen. I’ve been doing fairly well, but it’s hard when everything sounds terrible. At least it distracts me from any potential brain woes? What can I say, I always try to look for something resembling a bright side!

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