I feel like I've been hit by a truck. I'm not sure I it's my grief, the start of the third trimester, or even both. All I want to do is sleep. Friday night I slept 9 hours but came home from work at the hospital exhausted. Last night, I slept almost 11 hours and still woke up beat. I just napped for another 1.5 hours. I have no idea how I'm going to make it through the work week. And, there's tons I need to do around the house. I'm also not as hungry as I'd been..eating less and filled quicker.