The last couple of days I've been exhausted like I've never been tired before. I feel a little bit like an octopus out of water - limp, soggy and unable to move. I'm trying to remember that my great grandmother crossed west Texas in a covered wagon alone with three children, to meet her husband who turned out to be a horse thief with "black, beady eyes."
I can survive carrying twins in my last trimester no problem, right?
I've got a good book to read when I can't sleep at night, and I'm blessed to have a schedule that allows me to take periodic naps. There's been a flare of emotional trauma as of the last few days, and I think its that that is making everything so hard.
But tomorrow I get to lecture of Gothic architecture. Yum yum.
You can do it, Shelley! You're so close.
ReplyDeleteThe last trimester drags on forever. I totally understand.
And by the way, I think it is so awesome that you are teaching this term. You are amazing. During my last trimester, I just felt like reading and working from bed. Props to you for not only getting out of bed, but standing in front of a class for two and a half hours, twice a week!