
The word that most characterizes my first trimester is exhaustion. I had to have a nap every day without fail or I couldn’t function–literally. My eyes would get heavy and close on me involuntarily. My desire to do any of my normal activities was held hostage by sleep. Sleep became my best friend and a writer’s worst enemy, which is why I stopped blogging regularly. I just couldn’t pull myself to do it. Cooking dinner was another task that took a back seat to my exhaustion. If it hadn’t been for my mama stepping in to help, my poor husband might have starved. I wouldn’t even want to get my hair done after work because it would interfere with my afternoon nap. I was even given a new nickname by my bestie because I stopped taking her calls after a certain time–Nappy.
The best advice other women gave me was, Get your sleep now, implying that once the baby arrives, a good night’s sleep will be a distant memory. While there may be a good bit of truth to that notion, my prayer and faith confession now is for a baby with parent-friendly sleep habits. I know what you experienced moms may be thinking, but it can happen. With God ALL things are possible.
Can anyone attest to this? If so, what was your experience like?