Kelli Diane

We only discovered Dillon’s pregnancy because I was beyond exhausted. We hadn’t really been “trying”, though we weren’t not trying, and it all happened so quickly that the thought of pregnancy didn’t really occur to me. But six weeks in, I could barely keep my eyes open. Working a relatively flexible shift at the gym, I found myself napping between clients and crashing on the sofa once I arrived home for the afternoon. I don’t recall much morning sickness, outside of feeling rather stale a few times. In hindsight though, I’m convinced that I was simply sleeping through any sickness that I did feel.

This time around, GE2 has thrown me for a loop. I felt great up until last week, at which point the nausea fell on me like a ton of bricks. I’m managing to keep food down, but it’s neither an appetizing or pleasant experience. The fatigue on top of a very busy schedule and an energetic two-year-old has me napping any chance I can get, in bed relatively early and sleeping through my morning runs.

At some point I hope to grow out of this particular phase of pregnancy, only to regain my appetite and begin to watch my feet disappear beneath my belly. Until then, you’ll find me curled up on the sofa, not answering my phone and generally oblivious to the world around me. Don’t call me, I’ll call you.

Mood:  nauseated