Sad or Just Pregant?

Sorry for the lack of blogging. Besides wanting to sleep 10-12 hours a night, I am struggling with not wanting to do the things I normally enjoy doing. (Well, not wanting to do anything at all is more like it.) Normally, pre-parasite if I found myself not wanting to do the things I normally enjoyed, I would schedule an extra appointment with my counselor and be on the look out other depressive signs. But now I am all discombobulated and don't know what to do. I have all my normal depressed signs: feeling tired all the time, not enjoying my normal activities or any activity, irritability and a general feeling of discontent. (Not having any suicidal thoughts, mind you, but generally I can sense when something is going the wrong way and right the ship before it gets too far off course.) But oddly enough, many of these "symptoms" are also "symptoms"of pregnancy. (Read into that what you will.)

So instead I feel like I am stuck feeling unmotivated to create, read a book or even just watch TV. I have a vacation planned to Vegas next week with Jim and some friends, and I am GREATLY looking forward to that since I haven't had a week off to do nothing but relax in over a year. (I don't actually have any vacation or paid time off from my job, but there was a glitch in the system with some unpaid overtime, so I traded it for some vacation time. THANK GOD.) So I am hoping that a week off to relax with help "reset" my general feeling of being wrong. (I love finding the perfect word to describe a feeling or a sight or an event, but the perfect word is eluding me here.)

In the mean time, I do the things I have to do (go to work, do my treasurer duties for the animal rescue, clean stuff around the house, feed 4-legged children, walk the foster dog, eat mostly healthy things), but I feel like I am faking my way through the day. And I am tired of feeling off my game. Tired of not having the energy to enjoy what I am doing. Tired of faking my way through the waking hours of the day, only to have nightmares while sleeping.

And while reading this, apparently I am too tired to be my normal funny self.