I feel too heavy to be moving about these couple of days.And I am growing increasingly paranoid.

I could feel more pains and aches, intensively I might add, and the lethargy is just too much for me to handle.

It’s like, I slept at 4.30am on early Sunday morning, and only woke up 11 hours later at 3.30pm.
I struggled to venture out for lunch.

By 9, I felt the unmistakenable fatigue and I fell asleep. Woke up near 12 to catch the clash of the titans on the sports channel.

I only slept early this morning when I saw the sky paling at 6 plus after doing some reading.

Somehow, I woke up instinctively at half past 1, to check on the laundry.

Without my glasses, and with my eyes still half closed(I tend to walk around with my eyes shut when I am fresh from my sleep), I ventured to the laundry area to check on Minibean’s washings.

Most of the articles were already dry, yet some of them were still 20% damp.

I collected them and dumped the dry ones into the drawers, and was almost ready to head back to bed when the sky suddenly turned gloom on me.

Within 5 minutes, the rattlings against the windows announced the rain’s arrival.

Thank God I was awake, and still without my glasses, I hurried to collect the rest of the clothes hanging on the pole.

Or else I would have to wash them again. Phew.

Must be the instinct in me that predicted the weather.

And I didn’t get back to sleep.

Bleah.

And now, less than 3 hours after I first woken up, I felt an incredible urge to head back to bed again with the nagging pain in the pelvic, crotch and back.

It almost feels like first trimester again.