Like I said, it's gotten better (sometimes I don't even need a nap during the day!), but by the time I put Cormac to bed, all I want to do is collapse on the couch, shovel some Ben & Jerry's into my mouth, and watch HGTV. It's not so much the physical exhaustion as the mental exhaustion. I can't even think anymore. Like, I have trouble remembering the English language: is it unproductive or nonproductive? That's a real example from this morning. I've thought about posting, but I always end up deciding that it would take waaaay too much energy to type, much less use proper grammar.
I also feel like I have a pretty darned good excuse for not posting for the last two weeks, at least. I woke up one friday morning at 2 am with excruciating tooth pain, while we happened to be camping. And while I'm on the subject of camping, let me just say that camping while pregnant is not something I'd really recommend. Don't get me wrong, I love camping. I just don't love getting up 2-3 times in the middle of the night to stumble through the forest, drop trou, and try not to pee on my shoes. Anyway, the tooth pain. It was bad. And of course it happened on a Friday, so I got to deal with it all weekend, with nothing to do about it but take Tylenol. Which is a placebo drug, but the way. Pure sugar.
Basically, my tooth had gotten infected and required a root canal. Everybody cringes when you tell them you have to have a root canal. And it does sound pretty intimidating. But I've got to say, it's really just a huge filling that requires several looooong drills. And it wouldn't have been all that bad, except that the local anesthetic wore off halfway through the procedure. Yeah. I would give birth any day before doing that again.
It doesn't end there, though. I thought the root canal would solve the pain problems, but the pain just kept getting worse. It had turned into an almighty sinus infection. So two days after having an inch-long piece of metal all up in my tooth's business (a week after all the pain started in the first place), I said, "BRING ON THE DRUGS!" I filled the prescriptions for percocet and penicillin that had been sitting in my purse for 5 days. And I have to say, I still felt really bad about taking them. I had been avoiding any pills (besides my placebo pills) because I didn't want the baby to have anything unnecessary, especially narcotics. But it had gotten to the point where I couldn't actually function. I couldn't even eat. I felt like it was a lose-lose situation, but the benefits finally outweighed the risks for me. Hopefully I didn't screw up this kid too much yet.
I have now emerged on the other side of The Great Tooth-scapade, and I'm sorry to say that I'm not better for it. It did not build any character. Mostly it just made me crabby.
My brain has now turned into complete mush, and I can't write anything else coherent. Also, I still haven't found the camera.
