I went to bed last night at 7.45pm. I woke up at 8.15am. That's over 12 hours of sleep! I slept away half the day! And yet here I sit, still exhausted.

I have my good days and my bad days. Sunday and Monday were good days. I should have known the following would be hellish. Yesterday the most I could do was lay around and watch TV. I finally dragged myself up for a trip to the grocery store which left me thoroughly fatigued. I'd like to be exercising regularly but it's so hard when I can't even walk across the room with any energy.

Man I can't wait til the 2nd trimester.