That's how I feel right now. Not sick, not exhausted, just bleh.
I'm officially in my third trimester. Have been for a week. And I feel it. It was instantaneous. Those energetic, nesting, 'I want to do this before the baby comes!' feelings have gone out the window.
Instead, I spend my day moving from room to room, object to object, trying to find the motivation to actually do something and finish it.
This is normal, right? Please tell me I'm not just a complete slacker and need to get it together. Please.
Although just being a slacker would be nice, because then I wouldn't have to wait until June for the cure. Sigh.