But I'm not sure...oh. That's it. Brain. I knew I left it around her somewhere.
Life's different. I know it will be
really different come next May, or even April, but it's already different. I haven't been awake at 11pm in weeks. I haven't slept in my bed at least a full week (and my not see it again for the duration), and I'm really not liking my red meat.
And then there's the brain thing.
Pregnancy brain is real, I'm telling you. I'm not sure where
this little bean put it, but it stole a good portion of my mental capacity. I feel so...unproductive.
Everyone is telling me to rest, rest, rest. I feel like I'm over-resting and under-contributing. I'm not slacking on anything paid, but I am feeling my personal pursuits slide considerably. This blog, and even my Bones blog, are not getting nearly the attention they once did. It's not for lack of love, just lack of concentration.
I run out of steam
so fast. The line of demarcation is most clearly marked by one simple thing: naps. Pre-pregnancy, I loathed them. And when I gave in and took one, I invariably felt worse. I slept 6-7 hours each night and everything was just peachy.
Now, I sleep anywhere from 8-10 hours at night, and I love my naps. Of course, I don't sleep that amount straight. Nooooo. I might make it 4 before I have to visit the ladies' room, stumbling around in the dark. But there's a painful price to pay for waiting even that long. It's much better if I only sleep 2 or 3 at a time with plenty of visits. I am getting pretty good at going and returning to my couch with barely a thought.
Alright, quick U-turn back to the beginning. See what happened there? I started a topic on lack of concentration, and ended up on bathroom visits. Such is my current state.