Pregnant with MS, version 2.0

On April 22, we found out that our family is expecting baby #2. I’m still in the first trimester and if you’ll recall from an earlier post, my fatigue has been out of this world. In fact, I’d swear it’s even worse than when I was pregnant with Kira because I’m no longer working the long physical hours I was then—and I strongly believe in the correlation between physical activity and the reduction in fatigue.

Unfortunately I’ve allowed it to become a vicious cycle in that the crappier I’ve felt, the LESS I’ve exercised, and so the last couple of months have been a blur of exhaustion and non-motivation and lather, rinse, repeat. It needs to stop—but making it stop is all up to me.

My next neurologist visit is next week. It’s always enjoyable to go to the neurologist pregnant—gets me out of discussions about Rebif and MRIs. 😉




Pick your poison

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!