Oh my GOD I’m tired these days! It’s mental. I walked down to the beach with Tui yesterday morning (a ten minute journey, all downhill, and we walked at a snail’s pace), and then tried to take her for a walk on the beach. We only got around 50 m along the beach before I felt so tired that I actually thought that I was going to be sick. It was awful.
We struggled back down the road to the nearest cafe, where I ordered a restorative scone and iced tea. It took me around 15 minutes to eat the scone because I felt too ill to have any of it. I honestly thought that I was going to have to call Tristan to come and collect us, but eventually I felt a bit better and we made our (very slow) way back up the road, and home.
I have now finally accepted that I don’t have the energy to do much anymore, so Tui’s future walks will involve a car trip to the beach, followed by a short stroll – until, of course, I can’t even manage that…
I’m also trying to be much better about napping on the sofa in the afternoon. I’ve also realised that this gives me a golden opportunity to spend some quality cuddling time with Tui: she snuggles up next to me in a very companionable manner. Once the babies arrive and I have to try to catch a nap whenever they’re sleeping I suspect that this will become prime bonding time for my puppy and me. And she’s already so used to it that, this afternoon, she followed me around the house and balefully watched me tidying up until I gave in and took to the sofa.
Today, I realised that my afternoon tiredness rivals the exhaustion I felt after finishing my one and only marathon, in 2008. Growing two people at a time is flipping knackering, particularly when (in maternal terms) you’re a geriatric!