Planning.

You know all of that blabbering I just did a few days ago about feeling normal? Scratch that.

All of the sudden I have been hit with the worst fatigue yet in this pregnancy. I would assume it's anemia, something that's plagued me since I was a little kid, but my iron levels were actually okay as of two weeks ago. I'll just blame the baby. I. am. so. tired.

Yesterday, on my day off, at six am--which sounds early but isn't so much considering I fell asleep at eight the night before--Jason woke me up by unleashing both of the dogs on the bed, their paws wet from their first morning trip outside. This is something one of us does to the other nearly every morning. There's nothing I love more than watching Louie try to wake up Jason. The routine usually involves a lot of tiny bites on Jason's scalp and frantic licking of his ears and shoulders and neck. When Louie wants you awake, he'll get you awake. Even if it means pulling out a chunk of your hair. It starts with Jason haphazardly swatting him away, and then a few minutes later it's a couple of "Looooouuuie, quit!" and then, finally, he's up, and he's smiling because no matter how annoying it may be in the moment, you eventually give in to the cuteness.

Except for yesterday morning. Louie's wet paws scratching at my face, I opened my eyes and immediately started crying. There was no warning. The tears were just coming, before I had a chance to reason with myself or calm myself down or rationalize a mood swing. I don't know what it was, except that after I dragged myself out of bed, the crying stopped, but I was left with the most intense, heavy fatigue I've ever felt. I knew immediately I had another fever, because of the humming and crazy pressure coming from the inside of my head, and lo and behold--there it was. 100 degrees. So I got back in bed and slept until 2 IN THE AFTERNOON. I'm not even kidding. I don't know if it's the pregnancy, or a sudden onset of anemia, or the fact that I switch sleep schedules every single day. This job is getting to me, and there's no more getting around that. My health is starting to take a toll.

Other than sleep, the past couple of days have been filled with lunch with a friend, plans to have lunch with another friend tomorrow who I haven't seen in months--yay!--and an extraordinarily preemptive baby-registry creation. It took me three hours to create the perfect registry, and I guarantee I will forget the password to the account when the baby shower actually rolls around and start all over from scratch. Good times.

And, more importantly than all of that, Jason has gotten an offer to do a construction job in Austin, Texas for three months, October through December. Our conversations have included little else the past three days. Money-wise, he sort of can't turn it down. It would be stupid of us not to. As far as my job goes, it would only mean leaving about a month earlier than I'd planned, which I don't really mind at all (see aforementioned waking up and crying because of messed up sleep schedule while pregnant). Were I not pregnant, I would go with him in a heartbeat, because I'm always down for an adventure and a change of scenery and a badass furnished townhouse in an exciting city for three months. But thoughts of preterm labor and doctor's visits and my pregnant-need to be crazily close to my parents get in the way. It's a lot to think about, and it's why I haven't written much lately. My mind is full at the moment. I've barely touched on the debate in this last paragraph, so expect more to come. Because I made a baby registry six months early. I will be planning this out from every angle, trust me.