I was barely cognizant of the fact that New Year's had occurred. The reason? There's a third little orc taking all he/she needs from me and leaving me beyond tired. Tired enough to fall asleep on the couch at 6:30 p.m. and not even be interested in waking up til well into the next morning, although I have to get up at 5 a.m. (blah). Otherwise we're fine, although we did have a bad two weeks there. I was ready to take whatever kind of medicine they would give me if I could eat something other than cheese and bread. I shall be delivered of this little orc sometime in the latter half of summer.
And there. That's over with. I don't like making big announcements. I have yet to tell my workplace, although today might be the day since I have doctor appointment's coming up next week (again, blah). If I have to hear again how I shouldn't lift anything heavy because of my delicate condition my temper might suffer. What's heavy to one person isn't necessarily heavy to another. It's a case by case basis, and the sudden freedom to tell the pregnant lady exactly what she needs to do is something I don't look forward to.
But I could spend all day griping (I'm not the happiest pregnant person historically). Happy Friday!