Brunch, then a walk up to Wimbledon Common (a beautiful bright blue day) and... total flat battery by about 3pm. On return she slept from about 4pm to 9pm, woke up hungry and therefore stroppy, and perked up again as soon as she stuffed a banana into the gap.
When I ask if she is tired, or suggest that it might be wise to plan for a pitstop, she insists that she's OK and then ker-bloouie! End of energy. System shutdown.
It must be an enormous change as a woman, to have your energy levels and capabilities dictated by the baby. Control is no longer hers, and adjusting her lifestyle does not come easily.
Thank the Lord that made me not a woman.
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