Pregnancy fatigue is a special bitch. When I’m not sleeping, I think about how I want to be sleeping, I wake up and want sleep, and while I actually AM sleeping, or attempting to, wrapped in the goddess’s labia that is a pregnancy pillow, I am also thinking about sleeping, lying there asleep, dreaming of sleep, and telling myself that when she lives outside of my body, THEN there will be sleep, but then I remember there will actually be LESS sleep, so I lie there asleep, counting sleep, worrying over it, hovering over it, collecting it, MISSING IT, having it, wanting it.