I want to stress that it’s not an unpleasant sensation. I know pregnancy hormones nudge every woman in a slightly different emotional direction. I’m lucky that “unnatural calm” is what I’ve gotten out of it. The fatigue and the lovely drowsy calm have sorta robbed me of my pep, though. I haven’t been writing as much.
But there are so many naps to take, and episodes of Dexter* to watch.
(What would be more awkward to explain to my child later, if I named them Dexter, that they were named after a murderer, or that they were named after a TV show?)
I’m promised that my energy will return soon, so bear with me. I’ll take a picture of my boobs, and then you’ll all forgive me, I’m sure.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I promised Brady that I’d stay awake through dinner and a movie tonight.