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I've been meaning to write.

No, really, I have. I set a goal of writing once a day until it became habit, and then slowly weaning off to once every 2-3 days. Writing is an excellent release, and really does uplift my mood.

However, yesterday, and so far today, I can't put together a thought to save my life. At least nothing even remotely interesting to read, or write about. Though I'd settle for mostly coherent at this point.

I started writing about co-sleeping, yet the thought just dwindled into a "duuuuuuhhh" as I was staring at more blank page than page that had been filled with text.

I keep asking myself, "why am I sooo tired??" - and the answer is simple. I'm growing a human. Yet it seems in asking myself I feel I'll find some magical new answer that can be fixed with something simple, and voila I feel normal; still round, achey, and uncomfortable, but more normal nonetheless.

The baby-growing process makes you tired, I get that, but I'm also well into my second trimester, and I guess I figured on my final pregnancy we'd do things the right way. Go through the 1st trimester morning sickness, get rewarded with 2nd trimester awesomeness, and then slowly fade into the fatigue, discomfort, dontwannabepregnantanymore 3rd trimester.

But no. I went through the morning sickness. Still managed to somewhat function. (True laundry didn't get done, but my kids were cared for and that my friends, is magic.) But even though the morning sickness faded, the fatigue has almost gotten worse. How is that for fair?

Ha, I am sleeping enough that I should not be ready for bed 30 minutes after being awake. Even coffee doesn't help me to really feel awake these days.

I get it, I'm growing a human. It's kind of a big deal.

But I miss feeling at least partial motivation. I also miss my ability to concentrate on reading, or writing... I come up with some GREAT material in the wee hours of the morning, but can't seem to will my body out of bed to jot them down. Plus it's really a moot point since by the time I sit down to write, the thought has diminished for the most part.

I'm actually surprised I've written this much about really nothing at all. Especially considering I mostly got on here to say I will be attempting new entries very soon. I have a slight hope that if I can write about a bunch of nonsense such as not writing - I might actually be able to pop out something actually worth reading! Brain willing.

'Till next time!