Yesterday, I spent a beautifully warm winter day with my mother walking down the canal, and shopping downtown. We walked for 4+ hours until our feet hurt, but it was just one of those days that is so nice that you can't pass up.
Today, I am exhausted. I can barely keep my eyes open, my head just hurts from it, and I could probably pass out and sleep comfortably on a sharp pointy rock.
And I wonder... Is this how tired I will be in early pregnancy?
How is it that I manage to associate every feeling I have with ttc somehow? This isn't the first time my mind veers from something arbitrary to full on TTC contemplation.
The mind is a strange place.
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