When pregnant with Emily and Andrew, I was determined to continue working out and eating semi-healthy. Or, at least continue eating once the vomiting let up.
With this pregnancy, I have transformed into a slug. I have no energy. None. When I come home from work, I lay on the couch and won’t move until bedtime. Sometimes, I walk in and head straight to bed. On the weekends, I do nothing but sleep and watch football. Every little activity wears me out. Walking up the stairs starts a vomit fest.
But the truth is, I have no motivation. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I think of all those lost pregnancies and feel like I deserve a break. 7 pregnancies in 3 years is intense. I don’t have much to give this time around and don’t really want to give anything.
Eventually I will return and write about something that has nothing to do with pregnancy. As soon as I stop feeling dizzy when I look at a computer screen.
For now, if you would like to keep in touch, you could always visit me while I lay on the couch with Ben and the kids serving me. (Hey, if you could live like a Queen would you change anything?)