I posted before about the tremendous, crushing, out-of-this-world fatigue I experienced in the summer of 2011, shortly after my diagnosis. On a scale of 0-10, 0 being “no fatigue” and 10 being “dead,” I would have rated myself an 8 or a 9. No joke. There were days, after the brutality that is a 10- or 11-hour day as a UPS driver in the Central Florida summer heat, that I wondered how I was even still alive.
Then I became pregnant in May of 2015. This meant a first trimester—which is notorious for its fatigue, and for good reason—in, you guessed it, the Central Florida summer heat. Still delivering for UPS. It was very familiar to 4 years past, and very difficult.
My third trimester fell in the winter months of December, January, and February so I didn’t have the heat to contend with, but as the third trimester is almost as tiring as the first, I still had the fatigue. (And yes, I was still working.)
I’ve never been good at the “which is worse?” game, but if I had to decide I’d say that the MS fatigue and the first trimester of my pregnancy were about equal. Equally exhausting!