Life As We Know It
It’s quite shocking how different my life is right now. Things that were foreign to me are now normal, and vice versa. Gone are the days of cooking dinner with recipes. Now it’s all about what’s quick and easy. A chicken breast here, pasta there, maybe just a sandwich for dinner. Gone are the days of pretty toenails (unless my mom paints them for me). Gone are the days of talking about anything non-baby related.
It’s so different. I view my life in weeks, with an ending in mid-September. “Well I’ll be 39 weeks at that point so I can’t commit to it.” Or “Oh well I’ll have a baby at that point so… uh… we’ll figure it out then. I can’t think that far ahead.” Literally the ONLY thing on my calendar between September 19 and the end of the year is a lunch date with my blog friend Molly. That’s it. That’s all I can commit to.
But I’m not the type of person that likes to sit around. Sure, I like to be lazy… but only if it’s planned. In the same way, I can be spontaneous… if it’s on the calendar. So on Saturday morning while Stephen slept in until 11:00, I got up at 9:30. (I still think that is sleeping in. 9:30 is pretty darn good for a preggo!) I had two cups of (decaf) coffee, read the grocery store ads, and made breakfast for the two of us. Then I sorted baby clothes until my sister was ready for out Ikea trip. Stephen and I had plans to go to the movies that evening so I didn’t want to make our Ikea trip too late.
When I finally got home, I collapsed on the couch. I was exhausted. “Movie tomorrow instead?” he asked. I realized that even the thought of walking to the car and then walking into the theater was too much work. I couldn’t do it. I was dead… and somehow Stephen knew it before I did. I think that’s what good husbands are for. They are there to clue you in when you’ve hit your limit. It’s not uncommon for him to say, “Sit down. You’ve put away groceries and changed the laundry. You need to sit for a bit.” So when he told me I was tired on Saturday, I knew he was right.
So I took the remote, whipped up a batch of chocolate chip cookies, and watched Julie & Julia.
Such is my life now. Bursts of activity, followed by rest. It’s the only way to get anything done and feel accomplished, yet stay healthy. It’s not uncommon for me to get dizzy or lightheaded when I’ve been moving around too much. That’s scary stuff.
This weekend Stephen and I are celebrating our anniversary at my parents’ house in Galveston. The beach is the one place where my husband has barrels of energy. He turns into a 10 year old and swims for hours. HOURS. But even sitting in the heat is work for me. We’ll bring an umbrella and I’ll try to keep covered to stay cool but I still can’t see myself spending the entire day out there.
Weather.com says we may have some scattered thunderstorms. If that’s the case, what are your recommendations? Any good movies that are on RedBox? Any activities that involve being really lazy? Because currently my plans are as follows: Wake up, make breakfast, eat breakfast, nap, get dressed for the beach, sit down and relax, walk to the beach, read at the beach, come home, sit down, shower, sit down, get dressed, sit down, go to dinner. The end. Oh and I’ll pee approximately 87 times throughout those plans.
Romantic, huh? For the sake of my husband and my marriage, we need to come up with something exciting to do.
Something that will make him fall in love with me all over again so that when we get home he won’t hate me so much when I tell him what all I need him to do.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve just typed up 700 words and I’m tired. I need a quick rest.