The energy it takes me to write a simple blog post is almost non-existent these days.  My interests have just been, well, to be honest, I’m not really that interested in anything right now.  I suppose I’m content just “being” right now.  Work keeps me busy.  Hailey keeps me busy and my stuff around the house keeps me busy.

Plus, I feel like whenever I write, I’m complaining about something or another.

Not sure why my self-pity and negativity have been coming out so much lately but that’s the reality.  I mean it when I say that I’m a big baby when it comes to not feeling well.  My world crashes down around me.  I’m not sad or bummed out everyday but I feel like I definitely don’t smile as much as I should be.

I’m eleven weeks pregnant.

That much closer to the end of my first trimester.  I have started to feel better in the last week.  Today was not a great day.  Things are just a little off today.  Could have something to do with my brand new head cold.  I miss feeling happy more often and thankful.  I’m just not feeling anything right now.  I suppose I’m worried about how this pregnancy will turn out.  Worrying is silly, I know.  But I do worry.

I’m anticipating a change in my mood as soon as I get my energy back.  I’m tired of reading my own complaints.