Week six has been pretty exhausting. I crave my bed pretty much all day long and usually fall asleep in Ebony’s bed at the end of the day when I’m trying to get her to sleep. It’s actually pretty nice snuggling up with her and enjoying a little nap at the end of a long day of trying to stay awake.
I’m still feeling nauseas, but haven’t had any morning sickness yet. I have to be careful about what I eat though, because if I eat the wrong thing I feel awful. I’m still feeling really nervous about the pregnancy, I don’t know why. I don’t remember feeling this worried last time, I wonder whether three years as a pregnancy writer has affected my brain.
Getting ready for Christmas feels like a mammoth task at the moment. I’ve been mostly ready for months, but all the last minute jobs just seem to be way beyond my energy levels at the moment. It’s all I can do to try and not fall asleep in the afternoon. I’m not getting much work done and am instead simply lying in bed trying to rest as often as I can when Ebony’s not about. And, to be honest, a lot of the time when she is about. Poor Ebony has been honing her independent play skills to perfection this week.
We went to Blackpool this weekend, it was really nice to spend some time just the three of us away from our to-do lists. I was fast asleep by 8:30pm both nights though, poor Laurie. I don’t think I’m much fun to be around at the moment. I’d forgotten just how tiring these first few weeks of pregnancy are.
