Thursday, April 29, 2010


So I work M-W. I take a deep breath, decide to be brave in spite of absolute exhaustion, and head out the door. Walking in a half comatose state through the first 3 days of the week. It's like having the excrutiating exhaustion of the flu or mono, the nausea/ hurling of a stomach virus, amazing hunger that can't be satified by what my body will allow me to eat, plus this baseball in my abdomen (my uterus) pulling on all the tendons and ligaments until every one is in a dull, achy state constantly. Already making it uncomfortable to lay on my back. But, let's face it, there's nothing wrong with me. Just pregnant. So instead of staying home under a blanket until it gets better, I head out and trudge on through the life that I typically find quite fulfilling.

By the time Thursday comes, there's nothing left of me. I pretty much just lay here all day Thursday and Friday. Fortunately Dave and B are both aware and incredibly supportive. Sweet B really does try to let me sleep/ rest- content to play near me/ with me instead of making me run around the house. Quite selfless for a 4.5 year old.

I've gotta say... My life is certainly getting simpler fast. If it doesn't have to happen, it doesn't. If it's at all negotiable, it's gone. Life is about taking care of myself and loving my little family. All other responsilities have officially been streamlined.

I think this is how in the womb little ones make sure their mommy's lives are sufficiently simplified by the time they come along. It's a good thing.

1 comment:

  1. Yeah I think my second was harder because I couldn't just rest when I got the chance (I worked/schooled during first but could crash between) since there was a 18 month old running around. I'm so glad you have support and get to rest a few days of the week!