27 weeks pregnant
The third trimester has hit hard. I’ve been torn between a deep urge within my gut to GET THINGS DONE and the opposing weight of complete exhaustion. As I am well into this pregnancy, I remember from last time that Nesting (for me, at least) turns from an interest in browsing Etsy for cute growth charts to a need to scrub my baseboards. And this is coming from me, someone who loves to organize and straighten, but doesn’t enjoy any kind of cleaning that actually involves soap or a rag.
A few weeks ago I started to realize that by 8 PM I was feeling as tired as if I was back in trimester #1. I couldn’t manage to keep up with daily dishes, let alone actually get any real projects done around the house. After a while of complaining about being tired and not knowing what was wrong, I found out I have pregnancy anemia. NBD, I’m on iron supplements now, with high hopes of feeling back to normal soon.
I did manage to clean out my fridge, and I don’t just mean throwing out anything growing mold. I actually emptied it, washed it (with soap and a rag), washed the drawers and then took a picture. I did this for proof and motivation for the me 8 years from now, when I’ll have yet to clean out my fridge again. I also captured the moment so I could brag about something most people probably do once a month. Hey, we all have our strengths. Mine just happen to be more along the lines of abandoning piles of laundry to go hot-glue some craft.
