Now, I realize that it’s been 5 years since I was last pregnant but MAN I am asleep ALL. THE. TIME. Yesterday, I took a nap when Spencer went to his quiet time and Drew came home in the middle and was talking to me, and I couldn’t figure out what time it was and I was mostly bitter at him waking me up and I totally went back into my coma. It was sad.
THEN, I was asleep on the couch by 7:30.
So, let’s recap. 8 hours of nighttime sleep, at least an hour of a nap, and to bed at 7:30 pm.
My friend called at 9 and I was out.
It’s embarrassing people. I’m in my second trimester, I don’t have the fact that my body’s growing a placenta to mask the fact that I’m a lazy loser. In other news I am feeling the baby move and true to her ultra sound, this chick knows how to drop it like a sock. She’s all over the place already. Because I’m not used to it sometimes I think something’s bustin‘ a move out of me and I let out a little gasp. Drew doesn’t find me amusing (the sleepy gasper). Oh well, I’m sure he’ll find it more endearing after being home for 3 whole days.