The second trimester is finally here. I expected to feel better. But I do NOT.
I feel like I am languishing. I can’t go out for more than an hour. I find myself breathless easily. I sleep most of the day. I go to the toilet neverendingly. And there are still short bouts of morning sickness. Suffice to say its been extremely, extremely hard. On top of it all, I have the flu and I am suffering from cabin fever.
My husband is holding the fort on his own at home. He is doing an amazing job on his own, especially with caring for Livia, but he is getting tired too. It might be time to call for help with the household chores. The house is really a mess.
We’ve been eating take-out for weeks. Somedays I do have an energy explosion and can make it out to eat but then I quickly crash right after eating. I’ve been wanting to get back to cooking but it hasn’t happened. I even bought a brownie mix, and it takes no effort to do at all, and even that I had to ask my husband to bake it for me.
I hope things get better, energy-wise. I am amazed how women carrying multiples go to work till they are 20 weeks. I am at week 13, and I am flailing.