20 weeks today! 20 weeks to go until due date. Or 21 weeks ’til baby, knock-wood-and-all-is-okay, since neither of our moms has had a habit of popping earlier than due date. We seem to bake ’em for an extra little while. I cooked for 43 weeks, and John (I think) for 42. ( Though he may have been 3 weeks over as well. ) I think they didn’t do induction quite so quickly in those days. Ripley was early – he came only 4 days after due date – so maybe 20 weeks is true. … Ramblemumblearewethereyet?
I’m not posting much right now, probably won’t much for a while. Can’t get to it. Don’t have much brain & am so very VERY tired. According to the blood tests, though, I’m healthy, and Spark’s healthy, so it’s just where I’m at. (Spark’s what we’re calling this one. Buggo was Ripley’s in-vivo name. Buggo & Spark.)
Being told we’re healthy is mainly fabulous, but also a little bit annoying, since if it were anemia I could take iron pills and then maybe I would be able to think again.
We’re transferring over to the OB next week, though, so I’ll be quizzin’ him on possibilities. Want. Brain. Back.
It is still nice to be able to fall asleep quickly though. Average time to get to sleep? Under five minutes. Ripley I had scads of insomnia with. Hours of waiting for sleep. Then he was born, and *he* had insomnia. Maybe this one will be a sleeper.
My next door neighbour was fatigued and sleepy throughout her pregnancy, with no diagnosible medical reason (and a healthy little girl at the end). My GP also said it could just be one of those things. People have suggested it’s because I have a toddler and am pregnant, and that would be true if I weren’t being an utterly lame mom right now – I mainly find places where I can sit and hold my eyelids open while Ripley plays, outside or inside. Our house is suffering neglect. We’re eating simple meals. I’m not really a frenetic mom-on-the-go, right now. I’m the stuffed-animal version of mom.
John is fantastic. He gets home from work, and completely takes over after dinner while I sleep. He also gets up first in the morning. I’m really cramming sleep into every conceivable moment. Normally I nap while Rip is napping, but today I’m tired of sleeping and not waking up feeling less tired. So I’m playing chicken with my own drowsiness.
Since I found maybe 3 references to “second trimester fatigue” online, one to do with dying horribly, I thought this post may work as a public service announcement – the last post wasn’t very google friendly. Supposedly, it does happen, and supposedly, it can just be a normal symptom. If I learn otherwise, I’ll post about it. However, if you are surfing into here with tape holding your drooping eyelids open at week 15, wondering where all the get-up-and-go is: well, sister? I hear ya.
Update! – Hello, all – Maybe it was because I loved the community of moms coming here to discuss what’s going on, but these days I’m working as a prenatal class mentor with Dancing Star Birth, here in Vancouver BC.