Energy Levels

When my doctor told me at my last month's check-up that I was like a 20-year, while I was inclined to jubilate over the wonderful compliment, deep down I knew it couldn't be further from the truth. Physically I have nothing in common with a 20-year old, least of all levels of energy. I remember 20 well. What bounding awakeness, alertness, athletic gusto, and force I had. And now? I simply feel like an old lady almost all of the time. You should see me go up a flight of steps. At the top, I am breathing hard.  No wonder I don't mind taking seats as soon as they're offered to me, as if I have the God-given right over anyone else to take them.  NO, it's not that. It's that I have to sit down or else I might collapse!  Energy levels? Mine is on "0". I walk across the length of my apartment and I am ready to sit down. Going from the couch to the bed can sometimes be arduous, especially in the morning when I first wake up from my daughter pouncing on me.  Thank goodness for Sesame Street. I let my daughter watch 30 minutes of it while I continue to lay down. When it was hot, my energy level dipped into the red. If they were measured on a graph, my levels would have been below the "x" axis. My pregnancy at age 46 is just that: a 46-year old who is pregnant. Without the pregnancy, my energy would be entering into middle age. Now add pregnancy to the equation, and it takes a toll, it is a drain, on the already fleeting energy levels that get sapped as each decade of life is lived.  It was a lot of fortune and good luck that led me to where I am today at 7 months pregnant.  Now I just have to figure out a way to fight for pieces of energy everyday.