That’s basically what I’ve been doing, now that I think about it. It started off with being tired: going to bed at 8 pm. Then 7:30 pm. Then 7 pm. I’d sleep all night, at least until Sarah got up at 4:30 for a feeding. I was still happy and peppy, excited about planning next year’s homeschool curriculum, and thinking of things for us to do this summer.
Then I started needing naps during the middle of the day. I’d nap whenever I could – which meant when Sarah napped, whose naps are not as long or frequent as I’d like. My goal became 7 pm – bedtime. That’s all I could think about, getting to bed.
In the meantime I lost interest in things I normally like: talking to friends, hanging out with friends, talking- period, writing, even perusing Facebook, reading the news. None of them did it for me. I felt too tired to attempt any of it; I just wanted to sit quietly. I was able to read books, but I never got more than a few pages at night before conking out cold.
And so it goes. I don’t really feel any differently today, other than finally getting up the energy to document it.