I didn't notice the exhaustion up until now. I'm not sure if that's because it wasn't there or if now that my emotions are slightly less intense all the time, I just didn't notice it. Maybe it was there all along, it used to be a massive effort to hang out one load of washing but I always just thought that was a motivation thing.
I guess I just keep eating, trying to sleep, and looking after myself. And trust that my body know what it needs.
It's strange, I read so many other posts about women no longer trusting their bodies. Because Matilda's problems were genetic, I don't seem to have this loss of faith in my body. Having said that, I'm not sure if I trust it to do what I need it too in the future.
And I like my section scar and my stretch marks - they're one of the few things I have remaining of Matilda.