Survival and Fatigue

Today was the first official day of me doing the job that I was hired to do... Did I survive? Yep. Did everyone else? So far. Did I do it flawlessly? BWAHAHAHAHAHA! No. But if they expected perfection day one, particuarly after the piss poor training I recieved, then they're idiots. And lets face it, if anyone in the Edmonton office knows anything about training, its me.

So, the rest of this week should be fun. Note the puddle of sarcasm under that sentence.

In other news, I'm tired as hell. Sure, one can say that's to be expected when pregnant, but damnit, this is excessive. This past Saturday I slept 12 hours (how nice of Gunther to let me sleep in, love him for that), then a few hours later, I took a nap when Gunther Jr. did. And I could have cheerfully slept longer.

When Gunther Jr. was born, my family doctor back in Sudbury thought I was having a bit of a hyperthyroidism problem. I couldn't sleep, I was jittery and tense, and (although I'm not complaining at all) I was losing weight just sitting there. And it appeared to be linked to breastfeeding. The less I breastfed Gunther Jr., the less the symptoms. And when I stopped alltogether, I went to what most would consider a new mother to be like - tired as all heck, iritable at times, and really wanting to sleep whenever she could. And this is the state I've been in for the past three years.

Then, when I was talking to my Mom this weekend, it turns out my sister (we'll call her K, or Auntie K when in reference to her favorite nephew) had just been diagnosed with hypothyroidism. An underactive thyroid... And had the exact same symptoms I'm suffering from, and no pregnancy to blame it on.

So, sometime this week I get to get blood work done to determine if that's a possibility... Yay, more needles stuck in me. Like being pregnant doesn't get me enough of those. While I don't like the idea of taking yet more pills but it would be absolutely wonderful to have this endless fatigue explained.

...and now, off to sleep.