A.K.A. Trying to have a life during First Trimester Exhaustion.
It is with great liberation, which is only slightly tainted with embarrasment, that I can admit that I have spent the most of the past two months(and certainly all of my holiday time off) going pantless. In this heat, with these raging preggy hormones, and extreme fatigue there was little else I felt like doing, other than being spread eagle on my bed, in said pantless state. Just laying there in undies and sweater, waiting for the sleep gods to take me down into sweet slumber lane. And to be honest I could have done that with all my time till the cows came home (Which is pretty much like my very first pregnancy, except I kept my pants on back then)
But with two busy kids at home…on summer holiday? It was a state I was constantly ripped from. Both through their constant pleading, “what we doing today, mama?!” AND of course thanks to the ever present mommy-guilt that courses through one’s veins. That train is never late, eh? Continue reading