Well, the celebration is over. 8 weeks and counting... woohoo ra ra ra... blah blah blah... Let's get this over with.
My body is speaking loud and clear: "I'm tired of this..."
I hadn't felt "weak" like this since the first twelve weeks. It really is like my body must know the end is near. And it's ready to be done with it all.
(I could probably quit now and no one would be the wiser...except me... I mean, what are the chances the virus will come back because I stop now versus in 2 months?)