I think it's safe to say that I've maybe overdone things a bit in the last week. Well, let's be honest, in the past 3 weeks. Since finishing up my responsibilities at work I've been enjoying my time at home and the fact that I'm feeling much better. But I think that I've taken advantage of my good spirits, the good weather and forced my body to do a little too much.
So, today I am trying to "take it easy". It's not working really well. I don't do "sitting down" very well although I do occassionally enjoy a good afternoon nap. But on days like today when there is laundry to fold and 4 days worth of errands to run and no kids at home - it's not going so well. I will say that the fact that it is only 1200 and already 85 degrees does help things a bit. Every time I walk outside I feel like the air is being sucked out of my lungs.
I guess, if anything, I continue to learn from this pregnancy. The most obvious lesson - patience. And also asking for help when you need it. Again, neither are my strong suits. There are two things that I think are cruel about pregnancy. The first being that you are so darn tired and yet cannot sleep more than 2 hours between trips to the bathroom or manage to find a comfortable position. The other has to do with nesting. Whoever thought that "nesting" was a good idea was crazy. I get so frustrated by the fact there is so much I feel the need to get done. And yet most of what I want to do involves heavy lifting, climbing on chairs, or general manual labor. And let's just point out that my husband does not share my "nesting" instincts.
So, I sit here today with my giant Dunkin Donuts Raspberry Coolatta trying to take it easy and rambling to whoever will listen. Meanwhile, there is a closet upstairs in the baby's room calling my name and some paint samples that need evaluated and oh, that laundry isn't going to fold itself and dinner won't jump on the grill later either. This is never going to work.
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