I had all this energy - was amped to get some stuff done after I put my Bean to bed - but then I flung myself on my bed just to browse the interwebs while she settled in, and suddenly I was PROFOUNDLY TIRED.
I'm almost 6 months pregnant. Or maybe two years? It sorta feels that way. I was thinking today about the whole postpartum thing, the grossness of it specifically, and had a flash of very minor dread. I am not prone to dread. Or bad spirits, really. But my stomach ligaments - or whatever ligaments - that are holding up my little sir are starting to protest, and my knees get creaky when I do complex tasks like WALKING, or bending down while holding my daughter, etc. I'm not going to do this again. Not because I don't like it, but because I am kind of scared of putting my body through it another time. I don't think my body would like me if I did that.
Life is moving forward, though, and I'm enjoying it. It's great that it's fall/autumn. I love it. I fizzled out on crafting, but might get the bug again in a bit. I need to make some Halloween things for Bean and peeps. I have a pumpkin but it's just sitting there. Maybe when it stops being, oh, in the 80's, and more fall-like, I'll carve it and do other fall stuff. After I do the dishes. And vacuum. And other FASCINATING things. I know this is just going to get worse, too, so I need to... I don't know. I can't drink more coffee, and I so violently crave it after I've already had my daily allotment. (Violence = nothing violent. The desire is just so EXTREME, though.)
I'm trying to write a book before baby boy comes. I wrote an outline/treatment of it, which was exhilarating, which almost makes me want to call myself a writer again. I'm going to look things over and then just start. That was one of the things I was going to do tonight - look things over. Instead I'm writing a very mundane blog post. But that's totally fine. It's overdue. I think about doing it often, but end up being too tired.
I know I'm not going to get any less tired. ;)