Not sure what I was thinking… like you get into the 12th week and like magic you get your sex drive back, your energy levels get back to normal and you can run like the wind. Well… it ain’t so. I fell asleep at 9.30pm on the sofa, woke up at 11pm, showered and went back to sleep. I feel horrible about not walking my dogs, not paying attention to my husband…cos I just wanna SLEEP. Between visiting my Dad & work, I’m just a lazy ass. I can’t run cos I promised my gyne, my ass is gonna merge with my butt, I tell ya.
Slowly more people are being told or are guessing I’m pregnant. I guess it’s better then them thinking I’m just getting fat.