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Now that my pregnancy is finally common knowledge, I can discuss some things about it. I don't want to bore anyone with it, as some women do when they go on and on about every detail of their 9 month adventure, and cap it off with a play by play account of their 24 hour labor/delivery. But I want to mention that I am tired of being tired. The feeling of fatigue during the first trimester of pregnancy is hard to explain. It's like pulling 3 all-nighters in a row, then running a marathon. Think of how one would feel during that final mile, and you're close. The problem is that I sometimes tie my self-worth to my ability to run the household, care for and entertain the children, accomplish tasks. So when all I can do is lay around for hours at a time, I start to feel worthless, lazy, unloveable. It makes me frustrated. Cody reminds me that this won't last forever, and that he understands how I feel. I know he's right, so I try to convince myself. I try to count unloading the dishwasher as a monumental achievement. Playing one game of Dora Uno with Ava is an amazing feat of strength. Reading three books to Nate is gold medal worthy. I'll get my energy back soon.