Really didn’t feel pregnant at all today. And I guess that’s another reason it’s good to keep track daily. To remind myself that every day doesn’t have to be filled with symptoms. Or maybe to realize that I’m growing more accustomed to the symptoms I already have and therefore don’t notice them so much.
I walked over 12k steps today. At least four thousand of those steps were with my son on my back. Boom. I say boom.
Maybe this means I should be more active every day. Somehow activity will keep me from being so exhausted?
Seriously, though, keep moving while you can, right?
Also, when we get home tonight, I’m going to fall into my bed.