Down and out...but hopefully not for the count

Pregnancy is whooping my behind this time around.  I don't remember being this tired and out of it with either of my past two pregnancies.  Maybe it's because I'm trying to keep up with more kids.  I sleep pretty well at night, even if I do have some very strange dreams (that's not really anything new for me).  But I have to just drag myself out of bed by 8am to get Andrew to preschool on the days he goes.  By the time I get myself showered and dressed, I'm sick to my stomach and need to eat something.  And then I'm pretty well wiped out.  Yet, I have to drag myself through until Luke naps in the afternoon.  Most of the time, I take a nap when he does, but Andrew always finds a reason to come in and wake me up no matter how well I plan.  My house has been a disaster.  I finally forced myself to deal with the three weeks worth of clean laundry that needed to be ironed and put away.  I feel like I've succeeded when I get me and the kids dressed in clothes and fed three meals a day.

It hasn't helped too much that I'm having a "Luke" pregnancy, rather than an "Andrew" pregnancy.  Other than being a little tired, I felt great with Andrew.  No morning sickness.  Toward the end, I had heartburn every night, but I just kept a bottle of Tums by the bed and I was able to deal.  Luke was a different story.  I started to get nauseous early on and it lasted at least the first half of my pregnancy.  No sacrifices to the porcelain king, but just a general gross feeling all day.  It's that way this time also.  I start feeling really sick about 2 hours after I eat and it's at its worst right before bed.

And to make matters worse, add to that the fact that I had a bout of vertigo kick in Saturday night that just about took me out for good yesterday and it's been pretty rough going.  The vertigo is a little better today, but I have a headache that just won't seem to go away for long.

It's days like I've had lately that make me wonder why it is we women go through all of this to bring kids into the world.  I guess it's a good thing our brains block out the "trauma" of it all so we'll do it again.