Well, um… what a week. I think I am through it, except, of course, the everlasting repercussions of being pregnant, which I have totally not begun to come to terms with. Denial, it is my friend. At least the part of the time when I’m not avoiding alcohol and taking my daily pre-natal vitamin.
DietGirl seems to make a very timely point today, when she says the key to successfully making “lifestyle changes” is the ability to adapt. When to zig? When to zag? This week, for me, it’s been about getting over my illness and my son’s illness — his illness affects me tremendously when it comes to sleeping and/or getting up early, given that he has been spending most nights in bed with me. Can I slip out from under his head and disentangle his little hands and arms without waking him? Because once he’s awake, exercise (“me” time) is pretty much out of the question.
Meanwhile, we are still shooting for moving at the end of November. Of course, we don’t have a place to live; we don’t have a place for the boy to go to day care/pre school; and we are nowhere near to even beginning to pack. And, yet, there is that goal. Partly because I am completely sick of being apart from my husband. And I’m just ready to get it over with.
Poor fella – I hope you’ll get some time for yourself soon. Also, I wish you all the best with your pregnancy. It is really funky that we should be in the same position right now
I still expect things to go wrong again, too, btw.