At 5 1/2 months pregnant, my life is about three things:
- Battling insurance
Here's the thing, according to those in the know (i.e. the internet) the first trimester is about barfing, the last is about surviving, but the second trimester? All about ENERGY. This is the good part - "I am pregnant, hear me roar" and all that. So why can I can no longer make it through the day without a siesta?
And by "siesta" I mean "two hour nap".
All I do is sleep. I sleep eight hours a night (well, the "sleep" part of sleep is debatable since for the past few months I haven't gone longer than an hour without waking up to reposition pillows or pee), followed by a mid-afternoon nap, and yet I'm still exhausted by the time I drag myself home. (The only reason I'm awake now is because I just demolished half a tub of tapioca pudding.) As a person who thrives on GTD (Getting Things Done) this lack of accomplishment is leaving me a touch panicky. (Not panicky enough to turn off Last Comic Standing mind you, just enough to feel really, really bad about it.) It's like every ounce of motivation has up and left the building. Normal, hard-working people - even hard-working pregnant people - do not give up everything in their life to nap. I keep telling myself that if I think I'm tired now, just wait till the kid gets here and that I should be using every spare minute to GTD, GTD, GTD but maybe deep-down I'm just plain lazy.
The book? The one I swore I'd have done by December?
The article I pitched to Dramatics?
Birth announcements? Baby books? Pregnancy essays?!
I'm not anemic. I'm (clearly) not sleep deprived. Tsetse fly? Ancient gypsy curse? Or is it really just the kid?