Was that me saying how easy this pregnancy has been and how good I’ve had it? Guess it was. Well I’ll tell you what… I still don’t think I’m having much of a hard time with this pregnancy, but man… some days I’m reminded that I AM pregnant and that it IS hard work, no matter what.

This is my first week at work where I’m dropping down my hours. I’ve worked my normal 10 hours/week since the start, with some minor adjustments and shuffling of duties when heavy lifting became an issue. I feel kind of silly dropping it down, to be honest. I still feel very able-bodied, I’m still capable of doing everything I was doing. But I dropped down my hours for two reasons: I know that I will appreciate it, and they needed to give those hours to my replacement who is being trained now. Despite me still feeling pretty good the last thing I want to do is push myself too hard and hurt myself right before having this baby. That would rather suck. (10 hours/week doesn’t sound like much, but it’s 10 hours of physical labor, not much sitting around, though I do try to take breaks… which means I take twice as long as I should!)

So today I get to work and just am feeling weird that I’m only going in for a couple of hours to do my usual stuff, no cleaning or helping like I normally would on Mondays. It kind of felt like cheating. But then I got to work…. ooomph. I very quickly sapped all my energy. I had to go pee about five times. Bending over? Haha! Yeah, that’s fun. Every time I lean over or bend down I feel like the kid is being shoved directly onto my bladder… and other various unpleasantness. By the time I left I was waddling out the door, rubbing my lower back. I didn’t hurt myself, but boy can I feel it. Lifting even 10 lbs feels so heavy at this stage. Just standing for a while, sorting things, hurts my feet – must be the extra 20lbs I’m carrying on my person.

So maybe I don’t feel so foolish about dropping down my hours at this point. Maybe.

And besides, I need to keep some of this energy for cleaning my own house. I had to go grocery shopping after work, and by the time I got home I made myself a snack (not even a full meal), then said “screw this” and crawled into bed with my laptop. Sink is full of dirty dishes, dishwasher needs to be unloaded. I’ll get to it later…. after I get some sleep. I’m freakin’ exhausted, even though I didn’t do much today!

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The other big change I’ve noticed is with food: I’ve started feeling nausea again. Not the same kind of nausea as before (thank the light). But what happens is that I am starving… all the time. So I eat… a lot. And all that food, it doesn’t have a whole lot of room to sit, so instead it just sits there and makes me feel all ick. So I’m stuck at this lovely place where I’m really really hungry… but the thought of putting more food into my cramped stomach just doesn’t bode well.

This is new, too. Since the nausea went away until about a week or two ago I was a bottomless pit of sorts. I ate a LOT of food. Now I find myself snacking all day, never really feeling satisfied, and being unable to eat a big meal comfortably. (And when I DO eat a big meal I feel somewhat sick for hours.)

Not to mention, the huge sweets craving is still gaining momentum. I think it’s at “freight train” classification now. It is HARD to turn towards something healthy, rather than grab some chococlate or something. I am glad all the leftovers from my shower have been eaten or tossed at this point. Way way too much chocolate cake and danishes, that’s all I have to say.

On the good side, a juicy apple tastes terrific. (I flipped back to this screen and only then realized I’d written “terrified” instead of “terrific” LMAO I wonder if that means something subconciously?)