Eight weeks into this little adventure and I can't help but think abou those mobile phone commercials where they want you to estimate how much time you'll need for various activities the way you need to for your cell phone usage. For example, how many macaroni and cheese minutes, or how many roundoff minutes the gymnist needs. For me, it would be like trying to estimate how many hours of sleep I'll need.
I feel like a walking zombie most of the time. It is so strange to struggle so much to get out of bed each morning after a solid 8 hours of sleep and even taking a nap on most days. Weekends are even stranger with 11 hours of sleep each evening followed by a two hour afternoon nap. Scheduling outings is non-existent, I just don't want to get out of bed. Even my co-workers have noticed I'm not my usual high-energy self.
The good news is today was the first day in a while I actually felt hungry. Not to say that food itself was appealing but at least I knew it was time to eat. The lack of appetite, and having nothing taste very good is odd for me. And hopefully I'm only a month away from my "high energy period" as my husband is calling it. To me the second trimester will be a welcome change but I am thankful I don't have morning sickness on top of it all...I would truly be useless at work.