Three wonderful things

Here are three wonderful things that happened today:

1.
At the Zoo, Rosanna's friend fell and was pretty upset for a bit.  Rosanna knew she liked the leaves that had fallen and so picked one up and gave it to her so that she, "could feel better".  I love that my daughter has a heart that thinks and acts in such a loving manner.  I couldn't be a prouder Momma.

2.
I took my second prenatal yoga class.  It's tough.  It's relaxing.  It's an hour and a half!

3.
My kiddo was a hoot at dinner.  She told all the severs at Thai Garden about the crocodile she saw today and cracked herself up each time.  She told elaborate stories and kept up with the conversation at the table.  She ate all of her curry and asked for more.  She said "please" and "thank you" without being prompted.  She's amaze-sauce.

Funny thing

I'm pregnant, so you're gonna get a pregnant blog.  Yet, I'm not really in the 'pregnant body' mind set.  My body's not messing around though.  The belly is big, the veins are gnarly, the sciatic is mean.  I make grunting noises when I get up and walking up a slight incline induces labored breathing.  I know I'm pregnant, I know what sort of allowances pregnant bodies should get and yet I don't put myself in that category.  It's time to start.
I'm dead tired at the end of the day.  I sit there and think, "What did I do today to warrant such tiredness?".  Well, duh.  My body is simply doing the impossible: growing another life.  No biggie though, carry on as usual.
Except don't!  I'm ready to accept the realities of my situation: I need a break.  I will sit down more; I will not chastise myself for the few things I accomplished in a day.  I will say to myself, "Good job!  You carried life today!".  Granted, there are a few commitments in my future that are going to require me to step it up and give it all (not like, half-marathon style).  I'll just have to muscle through those few days.  And there won't be any more added to the plate.
You hear that, self?!  No more!  Just chill, K?