... is what I have a case of. To be honest, this is not a term that I came up with – it was used by my pre-natal class instructor when one of the heavily pregnant ladies in the class could not summon up the enthusiasm to do some of the exercises.
Well, as they say, if the shoe fits…
For the past couple of weeks, I have been afflicted with a general feeling of ‘who cares’ and ‘why bother’. Some of you might have guessed that this is heading towards being a big, fat, pregnant excuse for having been behind on updating the blog. But it’s been more than that. Even reading and commenting on my favourite blogs feels like too much effort. I am still keeping up, more or less, especially if I am spoon-fed the entire content on my Reader but following links to finish reading posts is sometimes beyond my current levels of motivation.
I am feeling the same way about returning calls and SMSs. Communicating with the world at large seems cumbersome.
And sometimes my tea gets cold on the bedside table before I can muster up the energy to roll over, sit up and drink it.
Another thing I can’t be bothered to do is to wash my own hair. It all started about a month ago when I slipped and fell in the loo and put my back out. So in the week that it took to stop hurting like hell when I lifted my arm, I went to the salon for a wash and blow dry. And got addicted to the pampering, the laziness and not to mention the perfect finish. So the last month has seen me arriving at the salon with bi-weekly frequency to get my hair done. Other mundane tasks like washing my face at night and applying anything but lipstick in the morning which cannot be outsourced have, of course, fallen by the wayside.
I have been fairly lethargic in my role as my mother too. Thankfully, it has coincided with Ayaan becoming less clingy so I don’t think he has felt it as much. When I get back from work, the only thing that I really have the energy to do is to lie in bed with him and read to him. Anything more strenuous seems like…. you guessed it… too much effort. I am still doing his morning pre-school routine on most days but when Jai is around, I delegate bedtime responsibilities to him. I like to think I am fostering father-son bonding. And next weekend, he goes off to my mum’s place for his two-week vacation and for the first time, I am viewing his impending departure with a sense of anticipation and relief.
The blahs have also kept me in a comfortable state of denial on exactly how impending the impending arrival is. So till last weekend, my baby prep included picking up some surplus nappies from a friend and getting some baby shower gifts. But thankfully, nature has a way of dealing with everything and apparently its answer to a state of nine months blahs is a slap of nesting instinct right in my face. So Sunday dawned on me opening up the storage under the bed and manically digging through Ayaan’s old clothes to find the newborn stuff, which was then washed and neatly arranged in the cupboard shelves earmarked for the purpose. And just for good measure, I cleaned out the bookshelf as well. It wasn’t baby-related but it was calling out to me :)
Anyway, I have got it all sorted and washed and put away in the cupboard now. I have made a list of what needs to be bought and the coming weekend will see me hitting the shops with a vengeance. So the overdue baby prep is finally on overdrive, indicative of the fact that the blahs have passed. Let’s hope blogging will be more frequent too :)