This has been my life for the past few weeks. I covered a week for a gal on vacation, her shift being 9:30pm - 8:00am seven days in a row. Yep, by day four I was wishing the world would end so I wouldn't have to come to work. It did not, however, and I dragged my sleepy butt in every day and got through it just fine (except with more complaining than normal). Then, rather than play on my days off, I slept. A lot. And when I say a lot, I mean a lot... like 14 hours a day, at least. It's pathetic how tired I've been. Supposedly this goes away by week 12. I'm sorta doubting how I can go from feeling completely dead to the world most days to completely fine. We'll see! I hope it does because we have a heck of a lot of stuff to do. And I haven't really seen anyone much lately. I miss my friends. :)
So, there's my whiny pregnancy update. I'll post more later, about not so whiny material.
2 comments:
Add the old "everything on my inside wants to be on my outside," and you wonder how ANYONE gets born.
-jenn
You're not even close to whiny! You need to read my blog again to get some perspective. :P
Though I've never been and probably can never be pregnant (thank God for small favors), I've seen some pretty miserable women, and I've concluded that it really lives up to the whole curse from God thing.
I wish I could sleep 14 hours a day though. :D
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