Pondering, not whining (no, really)

Meh, I've been under-the-weather all week with allergies, flirting precariously with bronchitis. I've kind of had it with this pregnancy thing. Not being pregnant per se -- it's more that I'm tired of not feeling like myself, not having the emotional and physical resilience that I'm used to having. I'm tired all the time. Back problems crop up, get resolved, then I feel good for a few days...and then insomnia, coughing, sneezing... Which reminds me a lot of last year (sans the physical part). With all the grief crap going on (see last year if you want to know why), I didn't have my usual emotional resources either. And I know I don't have the energy I did 5 years ago. So this line of thinking leads me to a realization: Crap, I'm getting old. This must be what it's like to be my mom, stuck with the knowledge that your body and spirit just can't do what they used to do. Ahh, it's true. Youth is wasted on the young.