Today I hit 36 weeks pregnant. Which means one more week until I’m full term, and four weeks until due date. Which means the end is nearing!
It’s no secret that pregnancy isn’t for me. I hate to be a killjoy. I’d love so much to be one of those women who bloom and enjoy every day of their pregnancy. But I’m not. And this second pregnancy I’ve found particularly hard. I’ve not had to go through any kind of extreme illness or difficulty with it, though there has been the odd issue. I just really don’t think it suits me! I like being up and active and doing stuff. The exhaustion wears me down mentally as much as it does physically. And this time I feel more exhausted than ever!