I'm the most exhausted I've ever been in my life, but I hear that this is nothing compared to the exhaustion after the baby comes. The idea of sleep is laughable at this point. I'm either getting up to pee, getting up to shift bc my hips and back are on fire, getting up to take more tums bc of the hellfire inferno in my chest, or getting up to get something to drink bc my thirst is insatiable. I'm not complaining, it's totally worth it, just keeping it real, lol.
I hate that you are still sick Star! That's just the pits. Sounds like you are dealing with it as well as you can though. The weeks are just moving right along!
Work is also just hysterical right now. They are expecting me to be 100% invested right now in plans that we are making that will take place while I'm out. Not that I'm slacking on my responsibilities or anything, but I really don't need to be included in conversations that aren't going to be finalized until I'm gone. Not to mention the fact that I'm clearly not at the top of my game (aka don't expect me to remember some tiny detail from calculations we did a year ago and haven't looked at since). If I have any regrets, it's working right up until the last minute. I should have made last week my last week. This week is going to kill me just to get through.
10 more days max though! My doc has already said that should anything look even the slightest bit like he may be ready to come or like anything is up, he's taking him right then. He's so excited that I've made it this far that he doesn't want to take any chances. I'm just ready to get the healing underway so I can feel somewhat normal again.