I have always considered myself a morning person. Despite the time that I go to bed, I have always woken up ready to face the world with a spring in my step. I have never used the snooze button (in fact, I totally despise the feature, it only delays the inevitable). I have always popped out of bed mere seconds after the alarm clock rings, ready to start my day. I always feel as though I am operating at full-capacity within moments of waking up, but that this diminishes as the day wears on. Once evening rolls around, even in my normal non-pregnant state, my ability to focus and concentrate is severely limited.
In many ways this has been important. First of all, it has just always been a part of who I am. It is a part of my identity. Right up there with other elemental parts of being of myself, like being a woman. Secondly, my husband is very much NOT a morning person, so I like to think that my being a morning person helps to balance us out.
But now, all of a sudden, the part of my identity that has always been there, that has never wavered, is GONE! The alarm rings in the morning and I am eager to hit the snooze button. I still think it is silly, but mostly I hit it because I want to be sure that I will wake up, just in case I fall asleep again.
I grog around the morning in this half-sleepy stupor as I figure out what to wear and what I am going to eat.
Finally, at about 10:30 or 11:00 the haze starts to lift and I have a good hour or two where I feel like I am ON. But that feeling is quickly replaced by the afternoon tiredness that sets in after I begin plugging through my day and my teaching.
I am tired again. All the time. The books all said this was coming, but somehow I thought I was immune. After the sickness and sleepiness of the first trimester I had such a nice burst of energy during the second trimester. The third trimester began a few weeks ago without any indication that my energy would be subsiding. But now, at 30 weeks, it is gone. It is so totally gone that I am not quite sure how I am going to make it through the next 10 weeks or so. After all, life still goes on. Classes still need to be taught, laundry still needs to be washed, dishes need to be cleaned . . . I just feel like I am going to end up moving through it all in a pregnancy-induced fog. I hope people don’t notice (or mind) too much.


