So guess what.
I'm 22 weeks into this pregnancy. I don't feel nauseated anymore, which is GREAT.
But I'm freaking exhausted.
And it's even more exhausting thinking about how I won't be not-exhausted for at least 12 more months.
I'm exhausted thinking about it.
How does anyone ever do this with 10 kids?
I don't even hardly work. Anyone that says my work is still hard as a stay-at-home mom, let me assure you, I'm not working that hard. The other ones probably are. Not me. I'm exhausted.
Yes, I'm taking my vitamins and making attempts at eating a nutritious diet, trying to shove iron in there too. I've had enough blood work done the last 2 months that if something was wrong it should have come up anyway. (Normal pregnancy blood work + thyroid test for heart palpitations - also normal, nothing wrong)
I walked into sacrament yesterday and the sister handing out programs told me it looked like I was still sleeping.
I thanked her.
I have maybe 3 hours each day where I don't feel like I could fall asleep at any second.
In other news, I had an epiphany the other day.
We only have 4 months until this baby gets here, and about 12 months until an anticipated cross-country move (though we really have no idea where we'll be in a year), so we've (mostly I've) been putting up a Washington D.C. bucket list.
A week or so ago I realized that I want to go see a performance at the Kennedy Center. Even though that was never remotely on my list.
So I checked out the website, and (to me) the only upcoming performance of any worth starts this weekend! The King and I runs this month and next, so I just got tickets for Caleb and myself to go to a matinee performance next weekend! Woot! Super excited over here.
Now my excitement has run its course and I must go rest. ;)