I hit sixteen weeks (two weeks ago today) with a vengeance. As predicted, the nausea was gone. And my energy is returning. Enter melt-down number one. I now have just enough energy to be bothered by the mess that is my house. I do not yet have the energy to fully tackle it. As it is, completing one or two tasks a day (outside of the normal routine of meals, entertainment, and bus driver) is about as much as I can handle, if I’m lucky.
Thank God I’m an American and have at least twenty pairs of underwear.
The UnderToad 