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?