People. This last trimester of pregnancy is kicking my ass.

Straight up kicking it.

My fatigue rivals, if not greater at times, than the first trimester. Which is saying something, because I was taking four hour naps then.

Nowadays, I can stay in bed all day long. It’s taking everything in me to get out and walk and yoga. Basically, to keep going and functioning.

I plow on through and keep moving, at all costs. But today I thought to myself, you know self, maybe this fatigue is telling me to slow everything down and just give in and STOP. Stop the movement. Maybe walk 30 minutes instead of an hour and fifteen. Maybe just 20 miutes of yoga instead of 45.

Higher Self thought this was a great idea.

And so tonight, I’m giving in, too. I’m getting in bed with The BF and the ipad. We’re going all out with some Netflix. I’m pretty sure I’ll fall asleep during the middle of whatever we’re watching, but that’s okay.

That’s the beauty of giving in.