Week 15: So… exhausted…

14 weeks.

So we’re over a third of the way there, but man… there’s still a long way to go. I am such a wuss.

I’m trying to get the last of the major housecleaning done before I get too big and tired. It’s much harder pregnant, let me tell you, and I’m not the happiest housekeeper when I’m hale, hearty, and not creating life. Yesterday I about killed myself thoroughly cleaning one room. Granted, that was probably because I lifted the couch several times (and there will be no more of that – my punishment for that was to have little abdominal pains for most of the evening that scared the crap out of me…), but even simple stuff was pretty challenging. I need to reorganize a couple of rooms before the baby comes, and I think I have about 2 weeks left to be able to do the more major stuff before my body simply won’t do it.

Not that I as in the best shape before I got pregnant, so that makes a difference.

So anyway, I’m tired, and a tired Krista is a grumpy Krista. Which isn’t good. Most of the time I’m fine, but yesterday I was really annoyed after the Living Room Smackdown, and I hate that.

In better news, at least the stress from the latest episode of Other People’s Drama ™ isn’t draining my emotional energy at the moment. Of course, when things calm down is usually when the next blow comes, but I think I’ve managed to at least fence some of it out of my life in a more permanent way. I know it will probably pop up again before the baby is born, and I apologize to readers for constantly referring to it without details, but let us just say that the nuclear holocaust I predicted in this post, written (but not published) well before we went public about the baby, was something of an understatement.

It’s the last thing in the world you want to add on top of pregnancy, trust me…