Not literally, but I certainly feel like it. I think pregnancy exhaustion has finally set in. I just got totally exhausted this afternoon and found it really hard to work. I was exhausted on the bus. And I'm exhausted at home tonight. I think I'll be heading to bed mighty early tonight. Which could be a good thing since my first French class this spring starts at 8:15 tomorrow morning. Ugh! Why does everyone assume all public servants start work by 8 am?
Oh, and I'll have to duck out at 9 to call for my appointment with the nurse practitioner. My NP is apparently on mat leave already so I'll have to see another one. I told the receptionist why I wanted to come in and that the only day I couldn't come in over the next 2 weeks was the 19th. She then said "well, you're not giving me much to work with." What? I gave you 7 days! So because she can't fit me in on the 19th I have to call at 9 am for one of the 48 hour priority appointments, in fact the only one, available this Friday. Because it is a longer appointment I guess they need to block off more time on the schedule. But sheesh! What attitude.
The hunger and blood sugar thing is still freaking me out. I'm having a really hard time adjusting to hunger as a sign of anything but out of control PCOS. I bumped my lunch fruit to my afternoon snack to go along with crackers and almonds. I thought perhaps that my lunch was a little too big with the fruit added to my homemade roast chicken, rice, green beans and broccoli. Didn't help. I felt weak ... really weak ... this afternoon. Perhaps this is the early pregnancy low blood pressure that I've read about rather than an exclusive blood sugar issue?
I can already tell that I'm going to have major issues with eating enough during pregnancy. How the hell am I going to get an extra healthy 300 calories in daily when I already eat 5 times a day? I just don't want the doctors yelling at me if I can't eat more. Physically, my stomach can only handle so much. And I've now reached the stage where no food seems appealing. It isn't that it turns me off but I just don't want to eat it. I know I have to but when it doesn't look or smell appealing it is a real struggle. And I can't stand the smell of other people's food. One of my co-workers had some kind of pasta this afternoon as a late lunch, eating it at her desk, and the whole area where our team is stank. A month ago I'm sure it would have smelled lovely. Today? It just smelled. :-(