Misspoke.

Did I say that I wasn’t having much nausea?  Er, strike that!  Way more nausea this time.

And the fatigue — man.  For the past few days I’ve barely been able to get out of bed.  It’s a bit better today, but I still feel like gravity is pulling me down more than usual.  It’s so bad that I had to invite my mum up to look after Evie, which is never the best situation.  She just…well, let me not get into that right now, or we’ll be here all day.

I actually intend to wash my hair, shower, and leave the house today. 

Still, I’m not so "woe as me" as I was last pregnancy.  My mental state is much more positive despite the discomfort.  Maybe I’m finally learning patience.  I’m still trying to stop the medications, but that’s still a challenge.  I hate being dependent on such things, and I really should have known better than to do this before I got truly well.  Happily, the risk of harm to the baby(s) is quite small.  Still, this is feeling too much like last time, but with less anxiety, thankfully.  It’s good to have my history course to work on — I LOVE TEACHING!!

Thank you all for your encouraging notes!  I plan to sit down at some point and catch up with everyone.