In each of my three pregnancies, there are certain days were I'm just a little checked out. There are a few in the first trimester, a few less in the second, and then a few more in the third. On these days motivation is lacking, energy is non-existent, and as much as I "will" myself to do things, they just don't get done.
Today is one of those days. Monday and Tuesday were close, and today is the culmination of the former two. Nothing much is wrong; I'm the first to admit that my pregnancies are fairly easy and something I'm quite thankful for. However, now that I'm on my third go-around, I am sensing a pattern.
I'm almost 26 weeks now. I'm getting up there! When I was at this stage with Luke (24-28 weeks) I struggled quite a bit. There was a morning at work when I didn't feel quite right and moments later woke up on the floor covered in vomit. That wasn't a good day. For that whole month I struggled with staying conscious wherever I went. With Paul, while fainting wasn't a problem, during the same string of weeks I was hit with pure exhaustion to the point where I couldn't go to work because I literally couldn't see straight. This time around it's not as bad as the first two, but I've definitely felt "run down" while wondering why on earth I'm feeling like this now.
My theory is that the little boys I grow must be doing something extraordinary this month of development where they insist on sucking everything out of me in the process. Let's see, the testicles descend this month, the eyes un-fuse, and hearing becomes more acute, but it's not like Baby is growing heart valves or a spinal column! Come on!
I vote for a Daddy dinner night.