There’s been so many upheavals around here lately, that I feel heavy with the weight of them all. Of course, this could just be typical first trimester of pregnancy fatigue, but somehow, I can’t help but think that all of the changes and news and surprises have something to do with it too.

I’m going to get a lot heavier though, before all’s said and done. Five weeks in, there’s no weight gain yet, and in fact, me being me, there’s weight loss, from lack of appetite and my metabolic rate starting to pick up. It’s so hard for me to get the old metabolism into gear normally, pregnancy just revvs it right up into gear and keeps it there for all 40 weeks and beyond.

At least, so it was last time. We’ll see if this time around it’s the same. I do have my fingers crossed that there will be much less vomiting this time. 40lbs lost in 2 months is really, way too much, even for someone as heavy as I am.

I have a distinct feeling of wanting to curl up under the quilts on my old bed, so that I can hide there for a while. The old bed though, is in pieces in my parents’ basement and when I do get to the house, I’ll probably be sharing a room with my grandmother and sleeping on my brother’s bed. I’m holding out hope that I’ll be able to get some good hermiting time in though. I really need to recharge my batteries for the months ahead.