Friday will be 20 weeks and I'll be halfway through my pregnancy! I can’t believe it. Baby T is the size of a mango and she is practicing swallowing. My uterus is up to my belly button (and will keep growing a centimeter each week) and my blood volume is increasing.
Guess that’s why I am so tired My iron is always low and I was anemic for several years. More blood means I need more iron. And just like that, S texts me that he is cooking tri-tip tonight. Score.
As he cooks, I lounge with a hound and start watching “Goodfellas.” This is so out of character for me. At home, I’d be checking e-mail, doing laundry, cooking, watching TV and likely on the phone as well. The delusion of productivity is attractive. But, this feels a lot better. The dog is content. I am happy. If S thinks that I am lazy—I can’t care. I am beat.
Since Sunday, the deep, deep tiredness has come back. My energy is fine during the day but come 6/7 pm I am done. I'm following all the tips to get reprieve including reducing exercise intensity, increasing calories and trying to get more sleep. It will work. My mood has been great! I've added 5-minutes of meditation most days and it's totally helped me to be present and avoid "future tripping." I take other people's excitement with grace and embrace the uncertainty the next 4 months and 18 + years will bring.
Dinner is served. S is a great cook. We have tri-tip and salad--made with lettuces from his garden. I feel better immediately. I finish the movie while he catches up on the news (glad one of us is informed) and Baby T starts to move. He tries to feel it, but, it's at the stage where she flutters on the inside and only I can feel it. Maybe he thinks I am just getting fat (check out the evolution of my belly below).