I’ve not picked up my knitting since last week. I’ve just not had any energy for it. I’ve been hunkered down around my computers, doing my best to keep myself occupied so I don’t notice the nausea as much. But I’m so sore and exhausted that all of what I am doing is computer-bound, and has even come with a repetitive stress injury (I twisted one of my shoulders; it’s very angry at me).
My sleep is starting to finally settle back into something decent. Even knowing that it takes about eight weeks for a body to adjust to a new schedule, it’s been rough going. But the last two or three nights, I’ve managed to get to sleep fairly easily, so hopefully… hopefully that’s sorted for now. I expect it will get bad again as I continue to expand outward, but that’s for later.
Still, I expect this month to crawl by with agonizing slowness. I don’t know how much longer the nausea is going to cling on, and every day that I’m dealing with it is a very slow day indeed. It certainly reminds me that I am devout in my decision to see this be my last pregnancy. Even if it’s as cheerfully normal and textbook as the last one, I certainly didn’t enjoy the state of being pregnant. Truly in this — to each their own.
Anyhoos, back to trying not drool on my desk.