|My 34-weeks old decorated belly|
From a day-to-day basis, I find my energy level zipping to and fro extreme ends.
For the first half of yesterday, I went about my daily affairs around the house with my eyelids drooping. I had gladly let the television take over my baby-sitting duties until the mommy guilt suddenly snapped me out of it. I had to brace myself, switch off the television, then ushered Anya back into her room where we spent the rest of the afternoon building blocks, reading books and playing pretend cooking. If Anya had known better, she would tell that Mommy was really a zombie with forced enthusiasm and cheerfulness. By 3-ish in the afternoon, I felt like I have exhausted every ounce of energy in my body and had to ask The Helper to take over while I exited into my bedroom. At 9pm, I was yawning excessively. Yet, when I lay down in bed, I do not necessarily nod off.
Today, I wake up feeling motivated and all hyped to finish up some tasks. I made extra effort with our breakfasts (eggs sandwich for me and cinnamon breadsticks for Anya). After breakfast, we built blocks together, read books, talked (she identified her stickers while I affirmed her enthusiastically), sang and danced with Barney on TV. Then I cut her nails and bathed her. After she went down for her nap, I made a shopping list that I planned to accomplish later when she goes over to The In-laws, did up some paperworks that I have left piling on my desk and made some phonecalls.
I'm blaming this phenomenon on those raging hormones.