This is my view when I try to blog during Maxine’s waking hours. A muse but not a fan.

And I really do try to blog Sunday evenings after bedtime. But this 2nd 1st trimester was brutal. Maxine goes to bed around 730. Lately I’ve been closely following her at 830. Despite only not being pregnant for 11 months, I forgot about the true degree of crushing fatigue. I also forgot about the crazy dreams. No kidding, at one dream’s conclusion I WAS Mario Lopez. Weird, weird, weird. Though I did wake with enough courage to finally 1st trimester weigh myself.

I am finally dipping a toe in trimester two now. Last nite I stayed up til 930! Oh, and I’m also now recalling round ligament pain.

Pregnancy is the bestworst thing ever.