I feel like I have lost my mojo.
I barely seem to read anymore.
I rarely write on my blog (and feel guilty about it everyday).
I am teaching less than stellar lessons to my Grade 4's.
Is this a pregnancy thing, or a fall rainy-day weather thing? Am I lost for good?
Where does one go to find inspiration?
I am feeling less like me everyday that I am pregnant. Nothing fits well. I am never comfortable.
I still have two months to go.
I used to be able to get so much done in a day. SO. MUCH. People marvelled at my ability. Co-workers were envious of my multi-tasking skills. My husband just sat back and tried to stay out of my way.
Now, I am in bed at 8:30 (okay, I lie 7:30). I can barely walk the dog around the park once without wanting to die. Shopping holds no appeal for me because nothing will fit and even if it does I will be so tired and sore at the end of the day that I will wonder if it was worth going at all.
To make matters worse, I have become a complainer and am forcing all of you to read this (although really, you may have stopped by now, I would have).
So, I am search of some motivation. A bright, shiny star that will make me want to get up off my couch and get stuff done again. Got a story that can put a smile on my face? PLEASE, PLEASE share. And please tell me this is a temporary, pregnancy induced feeling that will go away?