Oh the exhaustion!

Oh my!  December was filled with complete exhaustion.  With my first pregnancy I had what I thought was exhaustion.  Oh no, that was not exhaustion.  I could have never fathomed how tired I would be, without experiencing it first hand. There were days where I woke up at 7am, only to fight falling asleep on the couch at 9am.  Thankfully, I am a SAHM.  Otherwise I would have been falling asleep at work.

I wanted to do NOTHING.  Getting up to go to the bathroom only sent me back to the couch to rest for another 30 minutes before I could sit.  It was really that bad.  My poor son, his days were filled with watching Thomas the Tank Engine for hours.  It was nice when his grandparents took him to play outside.  I just could not...I felt guilty.  I've always been a firm believer in outside time.

My exhaustion was frustrating for my husband, and understandably so.  Here I was home all day, with absolutely nothing to show for it but dishes all over the counter, the house a complete mess, and no dinner cooked.  He's gone from the house generally from 7am-7pm.  So after working hard all day, he had to come home and work some more to keep up the house.  I could tell he was frustrated, but he was good about it.

My husband did all the Christmas decorating.  I remember waking up from a nap with the entire tree up and decorated.  And no one received Christmas cards from us this year...I wasn't doing anything.

Another frustrating thing was that everyone was asking how I was feeling.  And they all thought it was wonderful that I was not having any morning sickness.  (I AM very thankful and lucky for that.  I had none.)  But they seemed to care less that I barely could walk to the kitchen to get something to eat without having to take an hour nap.  Because I was not physically sick, I must be doing well, right?  Ummmm no!  I feel miserable!  Oh so thankfully, that extreme exhaustion only lasted about a month.