First Trimester Exhaustion Is Real

I thought pregnancy would feel glowing and magical right away. Instead, it feels like I’ve been hit by a bus made of saltines and ginger ale.

Ten weeks in, and the only glow I’ve got is from the sheen of sweat after chasing the dog around the coffee table. My stepson doesn’t quite get why I nap on the couch while he builds castles, but he kindly tucks a blanket over me every time. That’s love.

There’s pressure to keep it together, but the truth is, I don’t. And that’s okay. Because the body that feels weak right now is literally building life. I’ll trade my old energy for that any day.